Ten days was all it took. Ten days back at work and I crave some peace and quiet again.
Don’t get me wrong: It’s great to see our members happy out on the golfing grounds (some of the golf courses in our area were closed again this week, due to mistakes made with applications or negligence of hygiene and/or distancing regulations).
But it was a load of lots and lots of work. Some jobs seem to be designed as punishment for criminals who killed their mother and father. Like organising voluntary helpers from a pool of appr. fifty team players. Each of them offering different hours that have to be fit into a rooster of 8 different shifts on various locations per day. Combined with the schedules of regular 11 staffers (of course most with their own, different hours on the pay roll). It becomes real fun exactly at the point, at which the piece of art for the coming fortnight reaches completion. Everybody has received their hours and job descriptions. This is the moment, when the first person calls in to apologize, because they got their dates mixed up and can’t make it or some such nonsense. Tataaa – you start anew.
All I need is a zen moment. Or a complete lockdown of everything. Ah, let’s take the zen thingy…