Not so hot-desking.

I’m old fashioned and grumpy.

This, I accept.

Having said that, I don’t have a problem with change when it is logical, helpful to the company, if the alleged benefits make it worthwhile and if it has been fully explained to those caught up in the process.

What I don’t like is if change is introduced because it is trendy, the latest thing that every company should adopt because everyone else is doing it even if it isn’t necessarily the right thing and doesn’t consider the needs, wider or otherwise of those caught up in the process.

I am talking about hot-desking or “non-reservation-based hoteling” as I have seen it described.

The building I am in now has adopted this way of working, as they want to promote a flexible working environment which means you are free to sit anywhere within your team zone.  Fine, not a problem, but we are creatures of habit and every day, my colleagues will sit at the same desk if they are in the office in time to claim it (never a problem for me because I’m at work before God wakes up, so I always bag the best seat). 

Which brings me to the next issue I have with this.

I get that if you have the space, it makes sense to provide somewhere for visitors coming to London for a meeting or training session and who want to check their emails etc.  These points only have a power socket and a USB port, and as no one has a desk top computer anymore, you can go to any point, plug-in and play.

What I don’t agree with, is that if you can’t get a desk within your zone, or any other zone, (if you arrive after 9:30, you can sit anywhere if yours is full and there is space) you are then forced to sit at one of these free areas and trust me, the majority of us have to work with at least two different systems simultaneously and look at bloody large spreadsheets, not easy on a laptop and imagine how your eyes, neck and shoulders feel after being hunched over for a few hours!  Yes, I know one should get up, take a break, move around etc. etc. but we all know the opposite is true and you forget to do this.

And another thing…

It’s all very well for the company to bleat on about wanting a more flexible work attitude, move around the space, sit in a different chair every day and chat to someone you don’t really know, and please feel free to work from home, blah blah blah.

Uh, huh…

The vast majority of us are only based at HQ, our jobs are not mobile, and travel is not required.  We get to spend time at the start and end of every day walking to and from our lockers to set up and break down our desks (which includes the morning ritual of farting about with the chair height, tilt etc.) because we are not allowed to personalise them in any way.  And lets not get started at how some people are thoughtless and leave their crap from the day before for you to clear up and can you be sure they washed their hands after going to the toilet?  I don’t want to have to spend time each day disinfecting my keyboard and telephone from the previous occupant!

This also doesn’t take into consideration those who have health/mobility requirements and need to have a fixed desk.  I brought my chair over with me from my old office and I have a big sign on the back asking that you don’t change the height etc. as it is set it to suit my bad back.

As for working at home, pfft!  I’m not disciplined enough to bother, and I would rather dust!  When I am not in the office, feel free to sit where I sit and including your laptop, you’ll have three monitors to play around with.  You can even use my chair, just don’t adjust it.

Why can’t those of us who are based solely at HQ have dedicated desks?  I’ll tell you; because YOU, the company, choose to live in one of the most eye watering expensive parts of London when instead you could have taken one of the buildings we own outright and made that our HQ and you are too tight to pay for enough sodding floor space/desks for all the daily derrières.

But as I said at the beginning, I’m old fashioned and certainly grumpy.


Wherever I lay my computer…

Four years ago, when I joined this company, I never thought that I would have moved around five different buildings.

Could this be a record for such a short space of time (considering my job is not mobile and I am based at one site only)?

As today is a bit of a slow day, I began to raid the memory bank and mentally list all the places where I have been paid to turn up and vaguely look like I have a clue about what I am doing there.  Then I thought it would be better to write them down because my memory bank is never in credit.

Of course, I will not be stating company names, just the locations but it does seem however, that I am a bit of a nomad because this is in a similar vein as a previous post I wrote many moons ago about my past homes.  Is this a bit of a pattern in my life, I wonder?

Anyway, here goes and I am going to include my Saturday job as this was technically the first paid job I had and for a short time from when I left school to when I started college, I worked there, full time.

  1. Tunbridge Wells
  2. Lewisham – first job as a Beauty Therapist
  3. Bromley
  4. Regent Street
  5. Oxford Street
  6. Marble Arch – 2 buildings on the same road
  7. Pall Mall – 1st job after Beauty Therapy, 4 desks/roles/floors
  8. Regent Street – 4 desks, 2 roles, 3 floors
  9. King’s Cross – first temp job after being made redundant
  10. King’s Cross – back again!
  11. Euston area
  12. Elephant and Castle – 2 desks
  13. Waterloo
  14. Euston area – back as before, 3 desks
  15. Bank

Quite a lot of buildings, roles and moves in my working life.  I’m looking forward to retiring!


Opening my eyes again.

I rediscovered my love of reading earlier this year after a rather extended break during which I only read snippets from the odd magazine and the like, and links etc. on social media.

I don’t know why I had a break; there was no rhyme or reason to it, I just did and my journey to and from work was accompanied only by my music.

Then, one day I decided to pick up a book and start reading again.  I was tired of listening to music.  I was tired of missing important travel announcements and I didn’t want to ruin my hearing even more than I have done already.

And it was a joy.  A joy to physically hold a book in my hand, to make ready to turn the page when I had reached the end of the current one, to wonder how the story would end and to put my old bookmark to work again, looking after where I left off.

However, if you are like me, then I have a question.

How to you like to read a book?

Do you prefer to find (or even have) a peaceful, tranquil spot in your home where you can make yourself comfortable and lose yourself in your book?  Perhaps you just doss down on the sofa and take it from there, or do most of your reading on your daily commute as I do.  Perhaps you wait until you are in bed and read a few chapters before turning the light off.

Anyway, it’s subjective and we all have our own way of enjoying the pastime but I just cannot see how you can enjoy reading when you are walking.

How can you concentrate on the story, not to mention that you are in the bloody way of other people because you are not concentrating on where you are going and then tut at the people YOU have bumped into!  Oh, and I have lost count of how many times I have seen people almost get run over because they walked out into traffic or made friends with a lamppost.  Can you honestly say you are enjoying that book?  I am just wondering.

And, in case you are wondering, I chose to end my reading drought with The Spooks books by Joseph Delaney*.  Excellent choice for the young, and old Bints like myself.  I recommend them if you want to escape into a dark world of witches, boggarts and the use of salt and iron, and I care not a jot that some would consider me far to old to be reading that kind of thing.  I love horror stories so will go where I please!


*This is not an official endorsement, just a personal view and no financial reward has been received.


Ham and Rice

We have a saying in my family to describe memories from yesteryear.  Things we remember with fondness, anything, be it food, a smell, place, event, etc.  That saying is nostalgia bread.

Today was a nostalgia bread moment.

I am looking after Mum this weekend and as always, getting her to make a decision about what she wants to eat can be an uphill struggle!  Today was not such a day.  Today was easy, today was delicious and today took me back to when I was three or thereabouts.  Certainly before I started Primary School.

Today was a ham and rice day.

Ham and rice.  Never rice and ham.  Such a simple dish, a no brainer to cook and in my mind, always wonderful.

When we lived in Crowborough, in East Sussex, Thursday was ham and rice day because that’s when the meat van would drive around the estate where we lived and Mum bought fresh meat and slices of ham off the bone.  Proper ham, you know the kind.  Not the pink plastic reformed, sliced to within an inch of its life, ham.  Proper ham.

She would cut up a thick slice into little pieces and cook some white rice, which was always finished off with a knob of butter and salt and pepper.  Then she mixed the two together and served it to me for lunch.

What a treat!

And, it was always served in the same place.

My sister had a one-piece fold away metal desk and chair contraption with a blackboard desk that lived in the conservatory bit at the back of the house.  It was passed down to me once she had grown out of it and I was always sitting in it and drawing random nonsense with bits of chalk then rubbing it out to start again, probably using the sleeve of whatever I was wearing (much to Mum’s irritation no doubt).  The frame was blue and the desk had the letters of the alphabet around the edge and probably other things but I can’t remember.

Mum would place my plate on the desk and I would squeeze into the chair as fast as I could to devour the deliciousness.  Never a morsel left.  Practically licking the plate clean.

And today, I prepared my plate as it had always been done and will continue to be so, and I remembered those innocent days, carefree childhood days when it seemed that the sun was always shining and there was always ham and rice on Thursdays.

100 years ago…

My Grandfathers

The 4th August 1914.

The start of the First World War.  The Great War.  The War to end all Wars.

Two men: one living in London, one living in a suburban town of Paris.  One became a tommy, one un poilu.

They were my grandfathers, Alfred K (granddad) and Louis Leon D (grand-père).  Two men born into the Victorian age who were drawn into the bloodiest war the world had ever seen.

“The lamps are going out all over Europe…” Sir Edward Grey, British Foreign Secretary, 1914

I was only five when granddad died and growing up, Dad told stories about the family which interested me and I wanted to know more but Dad’s knowledge was limited.  I began to read the poetry of that time and those poems were and remain to me now, some of the most powerful collection of words I have ever read.  So much so that many of the poems I wrote from the age of 13 onwards were about that subject.  I did not want to list times and places, I wanted to talk about the emotions and feelings, that was more important to me.

“The sunken road… (was) … filled with pieces of uniform, weapons and dead bodies.”Lieutenant Ernst Junger, German soldier, The Somme, 1916

Granddad did not see action until October 1915 when he left for France and in July 1916 along with his brothers, experienced the hell that was the Battle of the Somme.  And later that month he lost one of his older brothers.

“What a bloodbath, what horrid images, what a slaughter.  I just cannot find the words to express my feelings. Hell cannot be this dreadful.”  Albert Joubaire, French soldier, Verdun, 1916.

I never knew grand-père as he died many years before I was born and even though Mum remembers things, not enough to fill in all the blanks.  He fought at Verdun in 1916/17 and was wounded which resulted in the loss of his left eye.

I think that it is important to remember this anniversary.  It is important to me to remember my grandfathers and to try to imagine what they experienced and how that shaped their futures once they returned home to the their families and the women who waited for them and who would become their wives.

Did they ever think for one moment that it would happen all over again in such a short time and did they shake their heads in disbelief when it did?  I think they must have done.

So, I will remember them and be lucky and privileged that I knew one of them, if only for a few short years.  And for the multitude who never made it home, I hope there is a family somewhere that remembers them still.

Nearly done…!

And so, here we are at the end of another year and another busy one for me as you will no doubt have read previously.  I am not going to rehash what I have said but if you are interested in refreshing your memory, here is what I wrote a while ago.

Suffice to say that I still have my ups and downs in the old confidence department and I guess that is part of my character so I accept that and try and wade through the fog when I feel it descending on me.

However, I know that I am in a good place now.  I have a good job, I work with a great bunch of people and we got on extremely well.  In fact I think our section of the department have the most laughs and fun and I would like to think that I am a major contributor to that!

After all that, it only remains for me to wish you all a wonderful, wonderful New Year and I hope that 2014 is a great one for you.

Raise your glasses at midnight and enjoy!

Love Bintylicious xx

An unrequited situation…

I don’t tend listen to other people’s conversations when I am travelling to and from work as I am normally plugged in to my music.  However, recently as I was sitting trying to unravel my ear phones, (why do they always do that?  Honestly, I could lay them in a straight line and they would still end up in a knot at the end of the day!) I happened to notice two girls, both in their early 20’s it seemed, talking about some guy that one of them fancied at her office and my interest was piqued!

This young lass sounded like she was head over heels about this person and was doing all she could to make it known that she had a massive crush on him without actually saying anything to him.

She said that she would make sure she was dressed nicely and show a bit of cleavage, laugh at his jokes, flirt with him, always be on hand to help with a problem, make definite eye contact with him and often touch him lightly on the shoulder.

As I carried on listening she went on to say that she always accidently on purpose let him catch her looking at him and she would catch him doing the same.  Whenever he came over to her desk for something, she said that he would bend close to her and put his hand on her chair, that he talked closely to her in her ear and that he flirted with her as well.

Then she talked about a colleague’s birthday party that they went to recently and had to dress up for as it was in a club.  She had to get ready in the office as they were going straight from work and when she came back, she went to get something out of the cupboard near his desk and he turned round to look at her and complimented her on how she looked.  She had been to the club before so as she chatted about the place, he listened and looked directly at her then she said that he put his hands over his crotch, as if to hide whatever might be stirring in that area!  Something she said he had never done before when talking to her!

(I have to say that her friend was continuously interjecting with “he definitely fancies you!” and “he totally has the hots for you!” and other such comments…)

At this point, the train pulled into my station so sadly I had to get up and leave but to me, it sounded like that there was a definite chemistry there but also a fear in case she had completely got the wrong end of the stick and would ruin everything if she told him the truth only to have him say that he was just being friendly and didn’t see her like that.

On my way home I wondered: what are the signs about this sort of thing, how do you know for sure if you are reading things right?  How do you know the difference between someone being a friend as opposed to liking you as potential boyfriend/girlfriend material?  How do you be rational about this, especially when you are in the throws of a secret passion?

Questions, so many questions, but now I want your opinion about this and what you felt if you have experienced this.  Did it ever turn out to your advantage or fizzle out into nothingness?  Did it end as a one-night stand, even?  Did you just continue dancing around each other in a daze of mixed emotions or did you do something about it?

I would be interested to hear your thoughts!