Anonymous Notes and Random Encounters :)

Work is fucked... I'm seriously beginning to dread the days I'm rostered on for afternoon shifts at Avoca.
The expectations of one person are just a little out of whack. Got in today to find a note written in the diary we use to leave notes for everyone asking for the PM Cook to please make sure they dry all the cutlery as they go rusty. Well, did that ever make me see red in a split second!
As soon as I read it, I picked up a pen and was about to leave a rather unpleasant note to the anonymous person to point out just how much I have to bust my arse on that shift and that if they want to complain about a bit of cutlery to come see me in person and I'll show them why it isn't done.
Then I realised that this probably wasn't the best way to keep on people's good sides, so I rang Mum to ask how to write that in a much more diplomatic sense. No answer... so I went outside for a smoke and some fresh air to calm me down slightly.
Got back to the kitchen and one of the Nursing staff came in to return some dirty dishes and I got to talking to her, turns out she was the one who wrote the note.
10 mins later and I had her feeling bad for writing the note after I explained that I had busted my arse that shift and even put in an extra 3hrs just to fix up everyone elses shortfalls.
I also did the boring thing of pointing out to her that a) Drying anything with a tea towel is a massive infection control issue b) Stainless steel cutlery shouldn't rust overnight and if it does, then perhaps management should buy some new ones or get a better dishwasher so that stuff comes out dry so I don't need to waste more of my time drying it.

Poor little thing, I think I flipped her out a little. I must remember that I can seem rather intimidating when I start slinging big words and policies around the place. I don't like when that happens, just gets people off side. Something that I really can't afford to do...

hmmm, what else?

OH YEAH! Nelo has a date on Friday :)
After complaining about my lack of Mr Right in my life the other night, I log onto Facebook to find a random friend request from someone I didn't know. I added him and started chatting to him to ask how on Earth I knew him (or vice versa) turns out we'd chatted sometime ago on MSN or something along those lines.
Anyways, after asking the usual bullshit get to know you questions, he asks me out on a date. Something tells me he isn't going to be the one, but he's managed to catch my attention so I figured hey, what the hell. So yeah, he's insisting he comes to pick me up and take me out for dinner. I insisted that that really wasn't necessary, especially seeing as he lives in Melbourne (2.5hrs away from me). But apparently, he wants to do this the right way... meh, who am I to complain? It's not every day I have a spunky lawyer come pick me up in a Merc to take me out for dinner so he can get to know me.

Plus, it gives me an excuse to go clothes shopping again... and to get a haircut (it's been a good few months and it's beginning to get a little long and emo-ish, my fringe is almost down to my chin ffs!).

So here's to random encounters on Facebook and the possibility of being swept off my feet by someone decent!

Nelo