You're Fired
Mood:  loud
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It's days like these that I really enjoy what I do. Unlike the Duty Trolley Manager, the cleaning supervisor for our contractors appreciates my work. I noticed today that the cleaner I've been trailing wasn't in today, and it turns out that he's been sacked. My evidence was enough to kick him out for misuse of company property. As a little thank you I got a little brown envelope left in my pigeonhole. Inside was an 10% off voucher for Domestos and a packet of B&H. I probably overdid things somewhat, but he was delighted to hear that every other cleaner is toeing the company line and saving company resources.
So it was with a spring in my step that I returned back to normal trolley pushing duties. The amount of stupid cases we get in a large inner city Hospital like ours never ceases to amaze me. I really don't know why people can't sort things out for themselves. Some geezer came in today looking for someone to peel his Banana, for f**ks sake this is a Hospital, admittedly he had no arms but that shows a real lack of foresight on his part. If you've got no arms, don't buy fruit that needs peeling. Not exactly rocket science is it? Then there was the bloke who had cut himself shaving, little cuts all over the top of his head. Jesus, who taught him to shave? When we were in the desert we had to make do with a piece of tin foil which doubled up as our Razor and mirror. This bloke was trying for the "suedehead" look and failed miserably.
Anyway I've got a few minutes break, time to smoke a couple of B&H.

Shalom