Workplace

A very strange occurrence happened today, just before I started work. I got to the worksite ten minutes ahead of schedule - for the first time, I was the first to arrive, maybe something to do with the cold - at 5.50am. 30 seconds later I was joined by two more work colleagues. One of them, a woman called Rachel related how she chafed under her new cooperation with another worker, Peggy, who, according to Rachel, bossed her around, despite being employed only one day before Rachel came on board. Rachel had worked in the same building as me, but a reshuffle of the rota following the opening of a new building saw her transfered. As she feared for her job should she have to continue with Peggy - threats involving buckets were aired - I said to her, jokingly, that she should take such issues onto Trisha. Whereupon Rachel said she had planned to be in the audience for Trisha yesterday but missed her train and had to rebook. What a coincidence!
Also, on a work issue, my supervisor, Dawn, mislaid a master key for one of the floors in our building and after a check of the usual places, concluded with deep regret, that she must have accidentally binned it! So she had to tip the entire contents of a rubbish bag into a storeroom closet basin and sift through the garbage looking for the unfortunate keys. This, too, proved unsuccessful, prompting a more extensive search. They were eventually found loitering in a classroom door lock. So, imagine her panic and subsequent relief when I, absentmindedly, had put the master keys for another floor in my pocket and was about to walk off home, before Dawn intercepted me just before the point of no convenient return. I had no wish to retain the keys for the weekend and so immediately handed them over, once Dawn asked if I had them.