Someone keeps stealing my bible.
Well, not literally of course.
But someone keeps taking my schedule from my box in the office. All the time. Nearly every day. And it *isn’t me*.
This is incredibly annoying, because I obviously need my schedule. While I do schedule my classes myself, I do so nearly a month in advance and I do not have the whole thing memorized, plus, on occasion, it will change without notice (or at the very least vary from the draft I keep on my computer) because of little things like drills, trainings, extra activities etc. All of those are only noted in the official version of the schedule that is distributed to the team each evening and which I am supposed ot be able to pick up first thing in the morning.
Except that 5 out of the last 6 mornings (or more) I have walked into the office and seen that my box is empty whereas everyone else’s has a schedule in it.
I know the CD is making me one, as I’ve conferred with him on this. He’s even put up a note on the mail-boxes clearly stating “please do not take schedules that are not yours” (which worked for an exact total of one day) – but this morning, poof, empty box again.
Someone has decided it’s funny to take my schedule every day.
So I’ve resorted to having to leave a note on my own mailbox, pleading that whoever is doing this stop…because it is annoying and I really need that schedule.
I’m sure they think that either no one is noticing, or that it’s harmless and funny…
Dude, not funny…just extremely aggravating…like stealing someone’s lunch from the office fridge.
y name is Francis Toliver, I come from Liverpool – 2 years ago the war was waitin’ for me after school
Call me blind but I didn’t see it coming
After all the trouble of getting here, all the hassle of the last few days. I didn’t know what to expect….
So far…I’m afraid to say that this contract has not precisely lived up to my expectations. This is a nice ship, but she’s much older and smaller than I’m used to (the flagship is one size up from this one) – and the room I’ve been assigned is small and tucked up out of the way. Which is not really so bad, if I look at like the Little Princess living in a garret room (that’s actually not a complaint, I quite like playing Sara Crew). I’m hoping to get another poster for the wall, fill up some of the blank space.
“Come little children, the time’s come to play.” ~ Hocus Pocus
It always feels a bit strange melding into a new ship; but at the same time, it often feels like I never left.
Flying does become much easier when you have decent people helping you through it. I’ve had flights in the past that have been completely ruined by terrible customer service – but, so far this trip, I’ve had the opposite.