Man at Work

Part of my role at work is to do the security badges. This is nice as I get to meet all the new joiners as they start work with us and can put a face to the names that I have been working with over the previous few weeks. However, one of the ladies who I deal with on a regular basis for this duty has some how got it into her head that I am Australian. She keeps saying things to me in a terrible Australian accent when ever she sees me and then says “ooh he’s going to kill me” and laughs.

For example she just brought some new joiners up to have their badges done and she asked is I had been to a “Barbie” on the weekend and then laughed. Previously she has asked me about Kangaroos, Fosters and come from “down under”. I am obviously too polite and British to put her right so I suffer every time we meet.

She reminds me of Trigger on Only Fools and Horses, the difference being that whereas he thinks Rodney is called Dave, this woman thinks that I am Australian. I just imagine her trying to explain to her colleagues who I am and them not knowing, because they all know that I am British and they all assuming that there is an Australian that works in my department too.