Squirty Bertie

One of my ‘crew members’ at work asked to speak to me in private today. Being someone who always expects the worst of people, I was waiting for him to complain about backache and ask to change duties, or possibly to claim a relative had died and beg me for six months compassionate leave. As usual with life though, I didn’t get what I was expecting.
I took him to a quiet corner of the warehouse, where he nervously said “I took a football in the nuts last week and now when I go for a piss it just comes out in small dribbles.”
I stood there, stunned, blinking at him.
“That’s not normal is it boss?”
Part of me desperately wanted to say ‘The thing is, Bob, when I said you can always come to me with your problems, I actually meant work-related ones..’ but I managed to maintain a bit of professionalism. I told him to call his doctor first thing in the morning, and just come in late if he needs to go for an appointment.
Either the workforce are trying to wind me up, or I’ve just become a surrogate father to a 50-year-old.

RC 28-6-11