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Date: 10 September 2004 12:16:50
I had an eventful afternoon today.
The delivery boy's bag was stolen. I have little sympathy for him as he left it out at the road with his bike and helmet while he went into a patient's house. In the crime capital of Sydney. Unfortunately he had only done two deliveries at this point and had already picked up a prescription from a surgery. Also unfortunately it's the same delivery boy who buggered the shredder last week by feeding through about 50 sheets at once.
So I put together the remainder of the deliveries again and sent him back on his way.
Then just before closing time my boss (female) said to me "er there's a pigeon in the men's toilet". My suggestion? "How about we pretend we don't know this and let R deal with it in the morning. Why would we be looking for pigeons in the men's toilet anyway?". She agreed that this was a good idea.
And before the Pigeon Preservation Trust try to beat me up, if the pigeon has a desire to leave the men's toilet during the night this is quite simple really. However I think it has gone in there to die. And a dead pigeon is a lot easier to remove than a live one. But hardly a job for a lady like meself.