Once, a consultancy came to our office. They rightly criticised that I kept photocopies of the travel claims I did for my manager. Why would I take, file, & keep copies when the originals were literally 2 offices down with the accountant?
2/ A good question. I explained.
The accountant was an elderly man, a bit set in his ways. [I didn't tell them he liked a beer or 2 at lunchtime.] A lovely man, good at his job, just not at filing. [You could barely see him behind all the stacks of papers piled up on his desk.]
3/ Every yr, we'd have an official audit. The auditors always wanted to see manager's travel claims.
Every yr, the accountant relied on my copies to provide the info. I never complained. It was more important the claims were correct, we looked competent, & the auditors saw it.
π§΅Yesterday, at the hospital, I had a question. In the corridor, I spotted a lady in scrubs, leaning back against a wall, waiting. My "Excuse me,..." was answered with a firm "I am a surgeon.", so I instinctively backed off.
2/ My 1st thought was, oh dear, she probably thinks I mistook her for a nurse. My 2nd one was, so what? I had a question. I needed help. She could have redirected me. Or listened to me first. She was not in hurry. I didn't interrupt.
3/ When it comes to people I care for, I am fairly resilient. So I soldiered on & eventually did find someone who'd help. And yes, we were able to ascertain that the vitally important medication had been administered. Phew.
π§΅Why does it all have to be so clandestine? Secret letters to a secret committee. Men in grey suits meeting in backrooms. Cabinet members told to carefully consider their positions. Worse, this does not just concern the party leader. They're wheeling & dealing a new PM.
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2/ The motives are all too obvious & have little to do w/ what's best for the country. MPs have followed Johnson's every cruel, undemocratic, nationalist, xenophobic policy. Endorsed them all. Only now, when enough see their own jobs in peril do they speak. Or rather, whisper.
3/ With very few exceptions they've all sat on their hands until they were certain he's lost the grip, lost control. Until now, they have backed him & parroted every tired, bombastic, factually wrong, even dangerous slogan he sent via WhatsApp.
It is #Pentacost weekend in Germany, Monday's a public holiday. *Every year* I have to research its meaning. Really, I should know it by now. It might have something to do with being a 20th century person knowing no literal spirit arrived to speak to the disciples.
2/ I reason & sense what the story is meant to tell us. How, in its time, it was meant to convince. The thing is, many take the scripture literally. They explain away all incongruity, just so that they can continue to believe.
3/ I went to a Catholic girls' school & like to make fun of it, but it did have its good sides. It admitted non-Catholics, but we all had to take religious classes all the way through. My Protestant courses were more about ethics,even though they were taught by the pastor's wife.
Two things in yesterday's Twitter feed cheered me up no end. Marcus Rashford's engagement (I know, late to the game, but just happy for the happiness of an excellent lad) & the public cheers for Harry & #Meghan. Yes, not world politics. Stay with me.
2/ We all know that Meghan has been receiving disproportionate negative coverage - the distortions, lies, and libel are obvious, and evidenced - as in this comparison with coverage of Kate:
3/ This reminded me of a video by German YouTuber Rezo on Germany's yellow press.
In January, he showed & commented on a video by YouTuber Rob Bubble who read 20 of over 200 German yellow press magazines for a whole year.
π§΅A cold, dreary morning, just below 6Β°C, misty until the sun poked through, then the temperature inched up ever so slowly. A good morning for a walk, and it was full of discoveries, even though it was 'only' the neighbourhood. Let me take you along...
2/ Along unknown paths in the local wood, past sideways benches with not much to look at ...
3/ ... up and down, lovely views, until (and I believe the path went uphill more than it went down π) there's a farm with pastures and horses ...