Posted by: jacksterja | 22 July, 2010

Happy EOFYS

A pay TV network here has a recurring advertising campaign at the end of each financial year. Happy families and joyous kiddies dance around merrily singing a catchy jingle wishing one another “Happy EOFYS”(pronounced phonetically)…the end of financial year sale.

More of a reality for my life, having spent most of my career working for big companies, is EOFYS – the end of financial year squeeze! It’s that great period around June (earlier if you’re lucky) when the money from the budget has run out and everyone’s eying off the financial stuff that they’re responsible for and thinking about what that might mean for their bonuses.

In a good year, that might mean holding off on ordering stationary for a couple of weeks, or having to wait a bit for any travel to be signed off. This year has clearly not been a good year in the company I work for.

The stationary freeze came early this year. Quickly followed by a travel emabargo. Even 5c per pack tissues were no longer being supplied once the supply cupboard emptied of them. In the kitchen, the belt-tightening soon became obvious. The first to go was the container of generic tea-bags. Reduced from a bountiful supply to an empty vacuum sealed container with only the sad dust of tea-bags past as a grim reminder in the bottom or happier days. The individual sachets of sugar lasted a little longer. A stockpile was found in the back of a dusty cupboard that kept the office sweet for a good couple of weeks longer than imagined. The International Roast instant coffee was a last bastion of free hot beverages. If the reason for that isn’t obvious it’s clear you’ve never tried the vile stuff. That’s when things started getting weird. The next to go was paper towel in the kitchen. That in combination with the dodgy tap that sprays water in random directions was a literal recipe for disaster. And then the washing up liquid ran out and the descent into office kitchen savagery began. I shudder when I think about it, and am far too traumatised to explain the direness of the situation, but if you’ve ever worked in an office environment, I’m sure you can imagine if you put your mind to it. This was a dark, dark time. And the fear was there in everyone’s eyes. What could be next? Could we survive? Would we have to resort to cannibalism? Would toilet paper be next? Argh! The horror!

But it’s always darkest just before dawn, and there has been light at the end of the tunnel. Today is a sparkling new day and the delivery guy came to pay us a visit!!!

And I can wash up my coffee mug again!

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