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caddymanWell, here I am in the office again and I find to my delight that my Network Walkman was exactly where I’d left it on Friday and actually in plain sight. There was a little layer of dust on it, which presumably settled shortly after I left the benighted place (would that I could always move so fast), but apart from that nothing; no reason to have missed it at all.
Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised, on reflection, that it wasn’t stolen or otherwise redistributed amongst the criminal classes. In the past, it has generally transpired that the majority of any thievery that has taken place on the premises has been down to cleaners working for contractors and clearly earning next to nothing. Since there is precious little evidence these days that anyone comes in to clean or tidy (for which my personal filing space viz. the floor is grateful) there is very little reason to worry on that account.
Perversely, though my inability to pick up and take home my own possessions has caused me undue fretting at times over the weekend, I do find myself a little disappointed at not having to splash out on a replacement. Such is the wiring of my brain that I had effectively written the Walkman off as lost and was ruefully at first, but with increasing enthusiasm, checking out the cost of suitable replacements. I no longer need to do this, so the acquisitive part of my psyche now has to be talked down again.
Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised, on reflection, that it wasn’t stolen or otherwise redistributed amongst the criminal classes. In the past, it has generally transpired that the majority of any thievery that has taken place on the premises has been down to cleaners working for contractors and clearly earning next to nothing. Since there is precious little evidence these days that anyone comes in to clean or tidy (for which my personal filing space viz. the floor is grateful) there is very little reason to worry on that account.
Perversely, though my inability to pick up and take home my own possessions has caused me undue fretting at times over the weekend, I do find myself a little disappointed at not having to splash out on a replacement. Such is the wiring of my brain that I had effectively written the Walkman off as lost and was ruefully at first, but with increasing enthusiasm, checking out the cost of suitable replacements. I no longer need to do this, so the acquisitive part of my psyche now has to be talked down again.