Today, I’m back at my goto coffee house writing den at the White Rose Shopping Centre; my first venture here since Wednesday’s return from my Caledonian hiatus.
Looking down from my mezzanine perch I can see consumer traffic is light, which is inhibiting the usual topic inspiration borne from people watching. Apart from a woman two tables away who’s revealing her prevailing work woes to a colleague, there’s little playing out in my immediate vicinity which’ll augment this prose.
The lady in question is relaying her workplace related bulletin at a volume which’s inadvertently made me aware Trevor’s not been too well lately. I’ve also learned that, due to a questionable work ethic, Mavis has a large assignment backlog, and Bradley needs to up his people management skillset.
Along with other individuals sat within earshot, I imagine, yours truly didn’t really want to hear about the woman’s employment irks; it has to be said, though, I’m pleased Trevor recuperation appears to be on track. I don’t know him, or indeed the magnitude of his ongoing affliction, however becoming party to any good news (particularly while living life on planet COVID) is heartwarming.
In fact, I don’t just wish Trevor well, I’m also hoping Mavis can find the motivation to make inroads into her processing backlog. Not to mention, as someone who’s working as a people manager (which is a thankless task), I’d like to offer support and empathy to Bradley. Keep going fella and, as the Barnsley Don’t Let The B*****ds Grind You Down Society oft posit, erm…… well, don’t let the b*****ds grind you down!
Sat opposite is a heavily tattooed guy whose ink design behind his right ear looks like a tea cup and saucer. That being said, I strongly suspect it won’t be an emblem depicting crockery. I know this is a generalisation and very possibly breaching political correctness protocols, but the fella seems too much of an alpha male to pepper his body with ink images of kitchen utensils.
Although I’ve no issue with anybody bearing tattoos, GJ Strachan is currently bereft of such body art. A lifestyle choice which very probably puts me in the minority these days.
Over a century ago heavily tattooed men/women were so rare they appeared in freak shows. These days, though, due to a complete lack of body art I’d possibly be able to secure a berth in such offbeat parades. Yours truly advertised by a PT Barnumesque ringmaster with the sales pitch “Come and see The Amazing Untattooed Man!“….. To be honest, my body hair is so thick I could also appear as Werewolf Man.
The woman suffering from employment discontent and the heavily tattooed fella recently departed the coffee shop. Their seats now occupied by a family (grandparents and two teenage grandkids) and a untattooed middle aged woman….. Actually, I should qualify the latter by saying the lady has no visible tattoos. For all I know she may have the Bayeux Tapestry inked over her covered body.
Footnote – Other battle scene tattoo landscapes are available.
Mercifully, the family residing at the coffee house table where the aforementioned loud woman previously sat are communicating at significantly lower volume levels. Which is good news for my overall concentration, although not so favourable when it comes to me sharing gossip.
Anyhow, I need to bring this piece to a conclusion to return home to commence early autumnal shrub maintenance.
Before I depart, if you’re interested, I’ve just caught the family adjacent using the words ‘big mortgage’, ‘cheesetrings’ and ‘Spain’….. Although not party to the context to the full conversation, I assuming it related to a family member/friend having to abandon hopes of a Spanish vacation and predominantly dine on cheesestrings because of an exorbitant mortgage undertaking…… Well, maybe.