Thursday...

I’ve had my steel caps on for the last couple of days. Lordy they’re comfortable boots – you can also kick in a door with them – I’m yet to try that but I am ready to. Actually I want to try it. I just have to come up with a reasonable excuse to do so.

Anyway, for the last couple of days I have spent the morning upstairs in the office and the arvo downstairs in the factory doing stuff. Alas, no one handed me a power tool but I did get to bash stuff with a mallet and punch holes in things with a nifty machine – you’ve got to be happy with that. It’s a different world down there and it’s hard to believe we’re the same company. How so? It’s about perceptions. The office staff are viewed as doing clean, paper shuffling jobs in the air con – we do - and the factory does hard yakka (work) – and they do - under the power of large industrial fans that can blow your socks off. We both work but in different ways for the same company and that colours our view of the other and I believe we would be naïve to think that doesn’t happen. I always think it’s good to experience what others do. I agree with the factory workers. The office staff does need to come down on the factory floor more – and I countered back the factory workers need to come upstairs and see what we do. How can you understand either workplace without working in them?

That’s it – I’m knackered. I’m a wuss. Back to normal work tomorrow and maybe back down to the factory next week…depends how much work I have stuffed up. They were way too polite to tell me.

People who should leave the planet immediately –

A Brisbane man has been charged with fraud after he allegedly posed as a charity worker collecting money for the victims of Victoria’s bushfires.

http://www.thewest.com.au/default.aspx?MenuID=2&ContentID=124243

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