My boss’s girlfriend just came up to me and gave me a heads up that my boss would throw a strop about some bags of clothes being left in reception to be picked up tomorrow, with the classic gem of “you can see how it looks untidy, can’t you?”
No, I can’t. I walk in and I see an office block that’s a hub of activity and facilitates it’s tenants. A place for meetings where staff are happy to help with requests, or an office where you don’t have to fight with the landlords (because that’s ultimately what we are) to get small concessions. A place that cares more about improving the community (which as a social enterprise is our purpose) than minor appearances. I’d probably think it was untidy if it was in the way for days on end, but the bags are gonna be back against the wall, behind the reception desk, for less than 12 hours.
What is it with people valuing things being out of sight? There’s a pragmatic element to general neatness, making it easier to clean, getting hazards out of the way, and looking nicer, but I don’t understand people throwing a fit because things are temporary less neat.
Anyway I moved the bags all of 5 metres into a meeting room next to reception. See if he whines about them making a mess of a room that isn’t being used until the middle of next week.
Gunna’ need to see photos of the bags for my posse and I to deliberate upon.
Should have commented faster, I left 4 minutes before you posted. I can give you a description though: 2 large blue IKEA totes and one slightly damaged flower patterned tote filled with tops and jackets form the foundation. On top of them, again in a single layer, are 4 small, tightly packed black bin bags with cloth peeking out, covering about the same horizontal space as the 3 totes, and slightly less vertical space. On the right hand side of the stack lies one last black bin bag, around a quarter full of unknown contents (it’s clothes).
We have discussed it. The verdict: It’s an acceptable amount of clutter for the time and place. We offer you half-off coupon for a McPlant burger at a participating European McDonald’s near you in lieu of the violent justice you deserve.
You have been wronged.
Damnit, I never get the violent justice I deserve