So yesterday I wrote how Hari bought me a Superman Plaster for my cut finger when he could of got me a much more embarrassing Barbie one … and while I understand why he chose the ‘softer’ option, I am still proud he didn’t totally wimp out and get me a boring, beige because otherwise I’d of worried that I’d hired the wrong sort of person, ha!
Anyway, to give him some inspiration [and motivation] I thought I’d show a pic of the sort of treatment I am used to from my dear colleagues.
OK … abit of background.
I have a dodgy eye.
Infact it’s more than dodgy, it’s rather rubbish.
It’s a long story, but it all stems from a detached retina I got way back in 1991 thanks to picking up a bloody big bag of coal. [That’s Nottingham for you!]
Anyway, years and years later – as part of a medical I was having for my Australian visa – I had to have it checked by a surgeon who bandaged it up to protect it from dirt for a few days.
Because my colleagues are a bunch of bastards, when I turned up in the office, they cut out a picture of an eye from a magazine and stuck it on the bandage – exactly where my eye should be.
In essence, I looked like some weird Terminator-thing … but without the muscles or killer moves.
Apart from feeling like a twat, I had a bunch of meetings that day … so everytime I went into reception to meet my guests, I could sense them all praying I wasn’t the guy they had come to see, ha!
So Hari … nice start but as you can see, you have a hell-of-a-long-way to go.
