One day there was a very lovely girl called Trinity who worked very hard.
She used to park her chariot of fire in the staff car park every single day for a couple of decades.
Then one day, the powers that be decided to lock the car park between 13.30 and 20.00 hours. They deemed the car park was ONLY to be used by those lucky golden people that arrived before 13.30 and left after 20.00 hours. For some reason only known to themselves.
Yesterday she arrived at said place of employment at 15.30. She was on a LATE shift. She spotted a sign that said "Thus this Car Park was only to be used by such staff that were on A LATE SHIFT."
The gate had a big padlock on and even with Trin's superpowers she could not unlock the gate (even with the fucking car park pass that costs her a couple of hundred quid a year)
Said car park was half empty. She then drove round to the Car Park office and, left her car blocking most of the road, got out and entered the office. She demanded that they open the gate for her to enter. On meeting resistance from the staff who had implicit instructions from The God above only to open said gates between the allowed times, she very calmly (unusually) refused to leave the office until her wishes were met. Half an hour later they opened the gates for her, making sure they took her name rank and number first.
The back of the car park was a lonely site. One little car sat all alone with no friends to play with awwwwwwwwwwwww
At 19.30 hours the night staff arrived. A jolly bunch of workers with long sad faces. Why?
Those magic gates opened too late for them to park and they had to park in the deep wild woods, fretting all night that their cars were going to be vandalised or stolen by the Wood People.
Trin left her place of employ at 20.00 hours and a car park fairy had opened the gates.
She duly noted that there were plenty of spaces for her pals chariots and has decided to make a scrap book and present it to the Gods that be in due course.
Watch this space (get it space???)
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Go Trin .... Go Trin .... Go Trin .... Go Trin .... Go Trin .... Go Trin ....
Get 'em Trin. I used to work at Ipswich Hospital and suffered the parking twats there. I got a "3rd Final Warning" - eh?
The aerosols in Derby go around checking that every car is exactly between the white lines or they stick nasty notices on screens threatening dire penalties. One next to me got one last week cos 1/3 of a front tyre was over line. There is always masses of spare space. Too many cretinous pointless rule followers in the world. Give em hell T.
How can you get a third final warning?
They only have one wheel clamp at my place. But how can you wheel clamp people in the human resource industry?
"Oh dear, your mother/son/husband has just died and you parked in that place because you were frantic and had come here in an emergency.... but pay the fine and we will release you so you can go home".
Also, what about if you're locked into the 1-8 carpark and something hapens at home, your kids are ill, the dog dies, you feel unwell and have to go home.
How can you just lock a gate like that?
I just feel thankful that I wasn't in one of my over react moods yesterday or they'd have been in BIG trouble.
That psychiatrist has no idea how good he is.
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Damned 'Jobsworth's have nothing better to do than follow the rules TO THE LETTER. There's an old saying "Rules are for the guidance of the wise and the adherence of fools"
Keep plugging away - wear em down - they can't stand a squeeking wheel!
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