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I may have found something to stop me obsessing about my shoulder…
There’s a girl at work called Natalie, who is a bit like custard, in that she’s sweet and very simple. Our breaks have been coinciding this week, so we’ve been chatting every day over a cup of tea and a cookie or two in the canteen. Natalie’s conversation mostly seems to be about nail varnish and tooth decay, and whether or not she’s going to be successful at the auditions for next years “X Factor”
Yesterday though, we ended up taking about childhood toys, as her father is a collector of rare action figures, and Transformers merchandise. (from the original cartoon series, by the way, not from the recent movie franchise)
After telling me she owned more than 300 Barbie dolls, and then painfully proving she could remember all their names, she started telling me about Rubik’s Cubes. This is an invention that I was somehow unfamiliar with, but which Mr Google tells me is probably the best-selling toy of all time. Natalie couldn’t believe I’d never played with one as a child, so today she brought me one in as ‘a present.’
It struck me as a bit of a weird gesture, and I promised myself I’d make sure her breaks and mine are hours apart from now on, but then I picked the bloody thing up, and now I can’t leave the bloody thing alone. WHAT an invention, and what a great way to spend time in my lunch break (and, let’s be honest, when I’m in the Manager’s Office ’catching up on paperwork’) I’m determined to complete it by the weekend. There are online guides to help you solve it, but I’m trying to do it the way they would have done it back in pre-internet days when it was invented, so I’m using my own dexterity and mathematical nous.
And if that doesn’t work I’ll twat it with a hammer and rebuild it.

RC 29-6-11