Thursday was a day of guilty thoughts. I’m entitled to have
bad thoughts, just like anyone else. I think it’s all down to lack of live
music. And alcohol.
I paid a visit to a nearby town where you will find the
offices of a former employer of mine. They were rotten employers – they treated
me very badly – as they did most of their staff.
They also had a change of strategy. Instead of having 17
offices as they did when I joined them, they slimmed down to only two branches
at the time they got rid of me. They also got rid of all their poor and
vulnerable clients, the kind of people I represented.
Then soon they were down to just one luxury office in an upmarket area, to
concentrate on their wealthy clients.
Then a fortnight ago they had a fire, no one was hurt. It
looks like it was an electrical fire, starting in the basement. That’s a shame.
I passed by them today and cast a look across the street. So
sad. I did think of having a collection for them on the high street.
They are held in such high regard by their former clients and
the large army of their former employees that people would soon be queuing up
to contribute money to them, I’m sure.
Better thoughts tomorrow, hopefully.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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