Posted in The Twelve Pack

Executive Decision

Shirley – tea Lady excelsis
In the age of re-branding,
rubbish collection as waste management
medicine as health care
food service as catering,
she called herself a key lady – endearingly and resolutely.
Said,
“I’ve been a tea lady 40 something years
still making tea,
blowed if I’m going to call myself anything else.”

Ours was her last staffroom –
had been there almost a decade.
“It’s a lovely place, but with the kids gone
and getting my pension … the hours ” –
9 a.m. to 11 a.m.
and
2 p.m. to 4 p.m.
I’m tied up all day, for half a day’s pay,
but I don’t feel ready to retire, just yet
oh listen to me, I should be grateful.”

She must have listened to herself.
And
had a friend,
who wouldn’t mind part, part-time either.
They will job share – Two weeks on, two weeks off,
and be each others locum.
A good deal for both. Effective immediately.

They tell the director
he is incensed :
“I appoint staff around here, not the bloody tea lady.”

 

 

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.