Another brilliant, and heartwarming, example of youth this morning. The young ticket office clerk quickly wiped his hands and then served me. The sticky hands were apparently because his manager had sent doughnuts down to him. I’ve never heard someone so pleased with a grocery store doughnut. It was delivered in gratitude for his service in supporting two small stations. Within a strict part-time role of course. I challenged his promotion path, I wondered whether a pay rise could be in order? Or perhaps a ten minute reduction so he didn’t have an hour to kill before his train?
No, a sticky doughnut from Asda was all that was forthcoming and so well received. At first I despaired with the folly of youth, unable to generate any enthusiasm for negotiation. But then, like yesterday, I realised who the lucky one was. is it the forceful negotiator, driven by reward? Or the young man, proud to have a job and beaming from ear to ear over the reward doughnut proffered from afar?
New phrase from Frinton this morning, thanks to the guys sitting opposite. When discussing the chill that’s still present on these sunny days they concluded “there was a two jumper breeze on the golf course”. I think this is a new measure for those of us that have less than perfect domestic heating. I just need to get Andrew and Helen calibrated on the same scale.