Fri 20 June 1997 - Phone
Well, both Tuesday and Wednesday came and went, and in fact it’s Friday and the phone hasn’t arrived on my desk. Or to be more accurate, the phone is there, as it has been all along, but it’s not connected. Actually, to be completely accurate, it’s connected to the wall, but somewhere in the guts of the building, where the telephone engineers go to get away from the rest of the human race and wade knee-deep in cables, the appropriate plug is not secure in the appropriate socket. So it doesn’t work.
All this is pretty ironic considering I’m working at a telephone company. They now say Monday will be the day of deliverance, the excuse apparently being that they’ve run out of lines in the building. Hmm. Yeah. Right.
Meanwhile working in the city is turning my week into a bit of a lunchfest. So many of my current or former colleagues are within screaming distance (as the crow flies) that I doubt if a week will go by without me having lunch with at least a few of them.