Saturday, November 12, 2011

An Apology. That I Must Never Make In Person.

Russell From Admin ambles through my office, silver- of hair and hunched- of gait.

I’ve a lot of time for Russell. He’s calm and unflappable; a problem-solver and problem-averter who has noticed costly mistakes of mine and others before they’ve even happened, and who is quietly marking his time before retirement. A solid, reliable man, from the days when they still made them.

He completes his errand and heads back out, approaching and passing both my desk and those of three of my female colleagues.

Something odd happens.

Everything starts moving in slow motion. My three female colleagues start appraising Russell From Admin in a new light. That song from that dreadful Diet Coke advert starts playing. One female colleague actually removes her reading glasses to get a better look at him. I can’t swear to this, but I think one of them actually removed a hair-pin and slowly shook loose a mane of luxuriant raven-hair as he passed. The third narrows her eyes and slowly nods to herself as she gazes at him, one hand toying with the top button on her blouse.

Russell From Admin smiles to himself, and leaves the office with a noticeable and new-found spring in his step.

Everything returns to normal, the music stops playing and reality runs at 24 frames per second again as usual.

Female Colleague #1: [Addressing me] No. I don’t think he’s grown a moustache.

Me: Are you sure? I mean, he’s got one of those faces that look like he should have one anyway but I could have sworn...

Female Colleague #2: Naw. I had a decent gander myself and he definitely hasn’t. Know what you mean though. And with the grey hair and that. Easy mistake. But naw.

Me: Right. Oh well thanks. Didn’t just want to go up to him and stare at his top lip. You know?

Female Colleague #3: Yeah, because that would have been weird. [Does or does not fix her hair back into place. I’m still not sure] No ‘tach. Certain.

Me: Ah. Ok then. Thanks. As you were.

I’m sorry, Russell From Admin. You have not ‘still got it’.

12 Comments:

Blogger punxxi said...

hullo tired, sorry you have had a fubar time with life lately, hope it all resolves soon.

3:36 am  
Blogger Frances said...

'A solid, reliable man, from the days when they still made them.'

Love this line.

8:44 am  
Blogger Ellie said...

Please post Russell's telephone number.

9:26 am  
Blogger Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

Please don't tell the poor sod. Let him live in blissful ignorance

4:02 pm  
Anonymous Em said...

I see. So are you partial to a man with a moustache?

11:38 pm  
Blogger Patience_Crabstick said...

Those administrative types can be secret wild men.

12:14 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I could say,'At least Russell isn't an epi', but that would be just plain mean.

Innit.

Ann Anon

12:02 am  
Blogger looby said...

Don't think much of those women's eyesight if it's that difficult to detect a tache.

1:19 pm  
Anonymous looby said...

Oh right hang on, late to the party as ever, is it that thing where men grow moustaches for charity in November? Thus accounting for the degree of gimlet-eyed perception that might be required to discern whether the man was participating in it?

9:27 pm  
Blogger Alison Cross said...

Never, ever tell him. He will be crushed like an empty crisp packet...

Ali x

10:21 am  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

Punx: Getting there as it happens. Thanks.

F: Thanks. There aren't many of them left are there?

Ellie: He is - unsurprisingly - married.

TSB: Once again - kind of the point.

Em: Not that bothered myself...

PB: WELCOME! I suspect he's not. Three pints of mild with his cronies 'down the social' each week is his speed.

Ann: Hello. Very amusing...

loob: No, nothing to do with all that tiresome Movember nonsense. He just has hair with a similar pantone to his skin.

Ali: I know. I know.

2:06 am  
Blogger Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

Come on tired, post for f*cks sake.

11:17 pm  

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