Oh Lordy, back at work
Tuesday, June 10th, 2003 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI am now back in the office and it is as if the weekend had never happened. Except that real life is marginally greyer than fantasy - well during office hours it is, at any rate. Normally Gentle Reader, I try and live a life that is as close to a four colour comic as I can without being actively hunted down by the fellows in white coats who brandish those fabulously large butterfly nets.
Still, it isn't all bad. One of the things awaiting my attention upon arrival in the office this morning was a letter sent from a disgruntled member of the public to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. (People really do seem to think the likes of him actually read their own correspondence. Amazing). These little items are called TOs (Treat Officially) and basically it means that some poor bugger gets to reply on behalf of the Minister. The words, council, housing and rent appear in this one so it has found its way to my desk through the labyrinth of officialdom that is the civil service.
I am not sure that I can answer the letter. I am not sure that there is an answer. I shall have to read it several times to see if I can glean its deeper meaning, for it covers three pages. It is closely written, spidery text with a hand drawn map of the area in question covering most of the second page. Whilst there is a spattering of random punctuation - the comma fairy has been active, the letter is essentially a single sentence other than where it is broken up by the occasional question mark. There's not a single full stop (period to you, my valued North American reader) in the document.
I am, however, onto a winner. It is always good to have to answer a letter that contains the immortal phrase, "...but after my lobotomy operation...".
So really, no. Things aren't that bad today.
Still, it isn't all bad. One of the things awaiting my attention upon arrival in the office this morning was a letter sent from a disgruntled member of the public to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. (People really do seem to think the likes of him actually read their own correspondence. Amazing). These little items are called TOs (Treat Officially) and basically it means that some poor bugger gets to reply on behalf of the Minister. The words, council, housing and rent appear in this one so it has found its way to my desk through the labyrinth of officialdom that is the civil service.
I am not sure that I can answer the letter. I am not sure that there is an answer. I shall have to read it several times to see if I can glean its deeper meaning, for it covers three pages. It is closely written, spidery text with a hand drawn map of the area in question covering most of the second page. Whilst there is a spattering of random punctuation - the comma fairy has been active, the letter is essentially a single sentence other than where it is broken up by the occasional question mark. There's not a single full stop (period to you, my valued North American reader) in the document.
I am, however, onto a winner. It is always good to have to answer a letter that contains the immortal phrase, "...but after my lobotomy operation...".
So really, no. Things aren't that bad today.