We both thoroughly enjoyed this engaging story about children growing up in Mumbai's slums and how two of them find each other again, after growing up in such harrowing conditions. The game show is a vehicle for this enthralling memoir, which is paced so perfectly that the thought of missing a second of it was untenable.
In other news, I continue at the same job. It's boring, but mostly pretty easy and the annoyances are mild, so far. We seem to have constant staffing problems, sometimes due to people calling off so much. I think we need to have some kind of attendance incentive. One of the few things management did right at that crappy warehouse job I once had was the attendance bonus: workers get a nice bonus after six months of showing up, then an even nicer one for avoiding unscheduled absences for an entire year. It might sound cynical, but it worked.
But, my manager doesn't seem to be tackling the scheduling issues. We're slowly getting to know her. Today, she lead her assistance manager, the head teller, and the weekend supervisor around, all of them solemnly carrying clipboards, which they were constantly writing on, then hauled them off to a lengthy meeting, during normal banking hours. Why? Manager doesn't like the way things--look. The drive-thru area needs to be organized better, the employee closet needs to be cleaned out, etc. etc. Is this what they spent half the day talking about?
Whatever. So, since I was working in the drive-thru today, I moved the radio (which only gets used on weekends, anyway), separated the rubber bands from the paper clips--am I boring you?
This is more interesting: she wants us to set up a special bank account for special occasions, so that we can just draw money out of that to buy food for birthdays or whatever. I wouldn't mind contributing to a fund, but that's not exactly what she has in mind, oh no--not creative or fun enough. She wants a silent auction--each of us are to come up with something to offer up. Surely, we cannot sustain this kind of activity! I mean, it would have to be done regularly, unless she has some other kind of hell in mind for next time. Did I mention that most of my coworkers are students, and none of us are paid very well?
Well, I'm offering a basket of used books, all good reads, and I don't have to go out and find a basket. I'd already taken a magazine basket into work to keep in the closet, thinking that it was so much better than having magazines strewn on the floor, as they were at the time. However, Manager doesn't want that basket there anymore. Eventually, we probably won't be allowed to read anything during slow hours.
Oh, well. Perhaps this shall pass.