Category Archives: Work

Today is a sad day…

…because Tony, the courier who brought our daily deliveries at work, has left his job.

Tony is a middle aged migrant who speaks very broken english (this has made for some very interesting conversations!).

I realised today that he has taught me a lot. In fact, he has taught me how to treat people.

Because every day that he comes in, without fail he dishes out compliments left right and centre. ie:

“Oh, that’s very nice colour on you.”
“You are very friendly, always smiling. It’s like like you are shining.”
“You are so smart. You are going to be boss of World Vision one day. Remember me when you’re famous.” (Haha.)
“If I have a daughter, I want her be just like you.”
“Remember, a great person, if he work hard and fall down, he get up and go again. Keep studying.”
“Your boss is very lucky to have you back after you went to Guatemala.”

He’s a busy man, who has to start work very early and drive all around Melbourne; we were the last stop of his shift. Yet tired and grumpy? Never. He doesn’t let the language barrier stop him. He is professional (not creepy – promise) but doesn’t let business get in the way of treating people like…well…people. Before I went to Guatemala he even made me a CD of Spanish songs to help me learn the language.

Just goes to show how we can have an impact on people we only have short interactions with each day.

Bye, Tony.

I am going to miss my daily self-esteem boost.

Things you didn’t know about me #5

Remember how in primary school how you would label your pencils by shaving a little off the bottom end and write your name on it?

Well. I’m lucky enough to have this done for me at work.

Yes, I have my name on my own labelled pencil at work.

I work at an optometrist, and apparently too many pencils were going missing or something so one day I came in and found instructions to use only this special pencil with my name scribbled on it….and to guard it with my life.

So now when I have the phone tucked under my ear, trying to book an appointment for a patient, I find it now takes a minute or so longer as I find myself scrambling through a jar of pencils in an effort to find mine and avoid the sense of guilt that descends when I find myself using someone else’s.

A little absurd. Yes. But my employers are really lovely so it’s ok.

Related post:what happens when i get bored at work.

When there’s no more work to do…

…and you’re surrounded by spec frames begging to be tried on….
me in 15 different pairs of glasses

I personally like the grandad ones the best.

ps. I work in an optometrist in case you were wondering.