Morning!
Thank goodness for coffee eh?
Well, here I am, at the airport. Again. It's 8am and I've been up since 5am. Well, a girl has to make sure her fur looks good before travelling you know. Anyway, as I sit here with my Super Large Coffee, I've been contemplating travel and the journey to work.
When I started out my career as an Office Junior Mouse back in... well, let's not give any dates away, but it was more than a few weeks back, if you know what I mean, well anyway, I used to get the bus into the office every morning. I was often late as I hated that bus and that office junior job come to that. I would clonk over the road in my high heels - yes - even mice wear high heels when they're young and foolish, make the bus by the tuft of my tail and sit at the back with a good book and eat my lunch on the journey to work. Once in the City Centre (where else did anyone work in those days? Business Parks were yet to be invented), I would clonk along the pavement, staring in the shop windows at the aspirational pay day purchases, under the subway (long since filled in by Health and Safety), purchase a pocketful of mints (have I ever told you how many fillings I have) and clonk up the office steps just in time to install myself in front of my typewriter (yes, not connected to ANYTHING other than a ribbon) in time for coffee with at least four sugars (back to the fillings again). This is how everyone worked. A few years later when I had passed my driving test, I would clumsily clunk the gears and grind my way into my next office - located OUT OF TOWN (progress!) and clonk (still in the high heels) into yet another office, log onto my computer (more progress!)and while DOS booted up (not that much progress, then!) I would go and queue up for a cheese pastie (easier on the fillings).
Then Business Parks happened. Purpose built complexes complete with inadequate parking - first come, first served. I even tried getting Edie to lend me one of her stuffed rabbits so I could sit it in the passenger seat and try to sneak into the carshare spots. I logged onto bigger, faster computers, discovered coffee, and started to lower my heels. Nothing to do with age, you understand.
Then came train travel to exotic locations. London! Sheffield! Birmingham! Once I flew to Ireland! On a little tiny 6 seat plane. I was still young enough to make the most of the situation, partying with lovely Irish friends and fitting in a bit of work. I remember that trip very well. Something awful and very sobering happened in the news. The date was September 11th. Where were you?
Anyway I digress. As I got into my routine this morning, up at 5, wash my whiskers, brush my fur, brush what's left of my teeth, put on my flat travel boots, quick stock check of the travel bags, it occured to me that this is now normal. To travel not only 5, 15 or even 50 miles to the office but to travel hundreds of miles. To go by car, by train, by plane. To set up my office wherever I lay my hat, so to speak. And do you know what? I love it. It makes for an interesting life. Not so much a 9-5 as a wherever and whenever. And am sure I am more productive for it. No more staggering in late with the minimum of enthusiasm. No more timing my arrival with the delivery of morning munchies, and certainly no more sugar. I am a healthier, older and much more focussed and enthused Mouse these days (although perhaps a little less stylish). Isn't it amazing that we can get better work / life balance, which until a few years ago was just a saying without substance, by timing our work around our lives. It suits me and I find I react much more quickly.
Anyway, oops, time is flying and so must I. No delays today so off I go.
Maybe time for just one more coffee?
Wishing you all a lovely day,
Mouse xxx
Monday, 25 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Mouse is on the road again...
Hey hey! Or should that be Hej hej! Miss Mouse is back on the road! No more silly travel ban.
It's been okay - sort of - doing my job by telephone, conference call and e-mail but there is just something missing - there is something about looking people in the eye, sharing a coffee, sharing frustrations, being able to laugh at the complexity of the Cheese Ordering process and working together to try to make it just a little bit better.
The other aspect of travelling is, well, the actual travelling. Having two hours of literally airtime, up in the air, as opposed to Mouse Radio, gives my brain a bit of exercise. Sure, sometimes I read a book - Mouse Mystery is my favourite - or I have a little snuggle sleep, but I also get to think, think and just think some more about how to make the ordering better for the Farmers.
And this also leads me to think about hotels I have stayed in. I always used to stay in the same one - The Hilton - which sounds very posh but was actually just nice and clean. Once when I turned up, there was no booking for me and I had to go to a different hotel - that was a RISK - what if there was no cheese? the beds were not nice? or no bath to have a lovely Mouse soak at the end of a busy day? I found another one though and it's super 70s decor was quite fun. Once, however, I had a nasty shock when I opened my hotel door - a different hotel again, because I was over when a big trade fair was taking place and the usual haunts were all booked up. The hotel room was small. The view was of a yard. The room was hot and the pipes were noisy. But that wasn't the problem. There, on the bed, staring at me, were...
...THESE THREE. Just sitting there. Just like that! I was thankful that they weren't cats, but they still scared me out of my fur. They explained to me that they were for sale and placed there to encourage guilt ridden travellers to purchase them for their children, to compensate for their absent parents. However, to be placed out in the open in a hotel room where, well, anyone can stay, puts them in a very vulnerable position. You wonder why they are huddled together?
I am travelling back to Sweden next week and I'm trying out yet another new hotel. This one promises breakfast AND an evening buffet! I have it on good authority from a colleague that the buffet is A-OK, and it is very close to the OST shop just in case I get nibbly. For those of you who don't know, OST means...
...CHEESE :-D
Big Cheesy Love
Mouse xx
It's been okay - sort of - doing my job by telephone, conference call and e-mail but there is just something missing - there is something about looking people in the eye, sharing a coffee, sharing frustrations, being able to laugh at the complexity of the Cheese Ordering process and working together to try to make it just a little bit better.
The other aspect of travelling is, well, the actual travelling. Having two hours of literally airtime, up in the air, as opposed to Mouse Radio, gives my brain a bit of exercise. Sure, sometimes I read a book - Mouse Mystery is my favourite - or I have a little snuggle sleep, but I also get to think, think and just think some more about how to make the ordering better for the Farmers.
And this also leads me to think about hotels I have stayed in. I always used to stay in the same one - The Hilton - which sounds very posh but was actually just nice and clean. Once when I turned up, there was no booking for me and I had to go to a different hotel - that was a RISK - what if there was no cheese? the beds were not nice? or no bath to have a lovely Mouse soak at the end of a busy day? I found another one though and it's super 70s decor was quite fun. Once, however, I had a nasty shock when I opened my hotel door - a different hotel again, because I was over when a big trade fair was taking place and the usual haunts were all booked up. The hotel room was small. The view was of a yard. The room was hot and the pipes were noisy. But that wasn't the problem. There, on the bed, staring at me, were...
...THESE THREE. Just sitting there. Just like that! I was thankful that they weren't cats, but they still scared me out of my fur. They explained to me that they were for sale and placed there to encourage guilt ridden travellers to purchase them for their children, to compensate for their absent parents. However, to be placed out in the open in a hotel room where, well, anyone can stay, puts them in a very vulnerable position. You wonder why they are huddled together?
I am travelling back to Sweden next week and I'm trying out yet another new hotel. This one promises breakfast AND an evening buffet! I have it on good authority from a colleague that the buffet is A-OK, and it is very close to the OST shop just in case I get nibbly. For those of you who don't know, OST means...
...CHEESE :-D
Big Cheesy Love
Mouse xx
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