nimh wrote:Thats sweet, Mame ;-)
Lord Ellpus wrote:Me(shouts) "Yes, it's a Chinese Vicar!"
I apologised straight away.
Ha ha!! I bet some people laughed tho..
.. didnt they? (despairing of humanity)
That was one of the funniest things about it, Nimh.
The place erupted for about five seconds, then everyone realised that they shouldn't really be laughing, and it went silent ever so quickly, as if someone had held up a big sign saying "Quiet".
At the lunch break, I had many people make their way over to tell me that it was the highlight of the morning. The Chief Probation Officer did his best to stay neutral about the whole thing though.
On another tack, my brain can suddenly think of something that could cause hilarity or mischief, and it is away, totally off the wall ideas crashing in all over the place.
Example. Training course, a god awful two day boring training course (residential) being held by two young probation officers who had started up a training organisation, having come fresh out of "uni" and who hadn't even been in a small isolated office with a rapist/mugger/child abuser etc. one on one, let alone interviewed or worked with one before.
They were there, primarily to tell us how to keep ourselves safe, and dispensing such valuable earth shattering advice as "always have your emergency alarm to hand" and "try not to hold the interview late at night, in an empty office" etc. Talk about teaching people how to suck eggs!
Anyway, day one had been spent holding "mock" interviews, and by four in the afternoon, everyone was aware that this was a total waste of time, and personally, I was so bored that my teeth started itching.
Day two....Whilst putting on my suit in the hotel room, I realised, when I looked in the mirror to do up my tie, that my shirt was wrongly buttoned. You know, when all the buttons are put through the button hole that is one below where it should be......DING DING DING DING......I thought that this would raise a laugh, and ended up going downstairs with my hair sticking up at the back, buttons still wrong and tie done up backwards, so that the seam side was to the front.
I just wanted to see if there would be a reaction.
Everyone was so kind, and except for a few smiles, nobody said anything. We all sat in the big training circle, and about two minutes into the day, I started fidgeting. This fidgeting went on and grew in intensity for about five minutes, until everyone was aware of my plight, and were starting to quietly giggle (they knew me, so knew something was afoot).
I finally stood up in a huffy manner, wrestled with the neck of my jacket, and removed a wire coat hanger from inside that, as it would have appeared, I had somehow not noticed whilst dressing.
Everyone cracked up, including the trainers (to their credit), but I kept an absolute straight face and appeared embarrassed, which made it all the funnier. Ten minutes later we were all being told how to suck eggs again.
A few days later, someone let it be known that the trainers (two of them) were paid the equivalent of £700 per day (each) for that course, so I suppose they had the last laugh.