tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post4224037474456671277..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Z becomes formalZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-91478019798629698712013-07-05T09:35:17.507+01:002013-07-05T09:35:17.507+01:00Good point Z. Sir B's 'uncomfortable gland...Good point Z. Sir B's 'uncomfortable gland' might cause him to jettison clingy passengers.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558857315748815249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-87990991188711244332013-07-04T17:39:41.593+01:002013-07-04T17:39:41.593+01:00Just as well I held on to the bike and not you, th...Just as well I held on to the bike and not you, then, Sir B.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-48910623070115043072013-07-04T17:12:21.864+01:002013-07-04T17:12:21.864+01:00I wear a shirt and tie for work. If I leave the of...I wear a shirt and tie for work. If I leave the office, the jacket is a bright orange hi-vis affair and a hard hat. We are colour coded - white hard hats for staff and yellow for the people who actually do the work. Needless to say, I have a white one.<br />As far as greetings go, I am more than content with a handshake. I don't really do the kissy stuff. I seem to have a no-go perimeter of around 18 inches Anyone within that, who I don't know really well, triggers my "uncomfortable" gland.<br /><br />None of this is terribly relevant, but I thought I'd share it anyway.Sir Bruinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15795621095731354108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-54992057290059807362013-07-03T22:36:21.812+01:002013-07-03T22:36:21.812+01:00But the number of kisses varies from region to reg...But the number of kisses varies from region to region - not at all sure how I'd keep a straight face in the four-kiss areas!<br /><br />At school, none of the staff would kiss me in front of pupils and rarely in school at all (only three would anywhere, whom I'm particular friends with), though the Head and I might kiss hello and goodbye at our informal meetings, not formal ones. It simply wouldn't occur to any of us, we have a professional relationship, however friendly, in school. Same with the governors. Seems I am quite formal, really.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-73286866400346137152013-07-03T22:31:33.001+01:002013-07-03T22:31:33.001+01:00Mr. Roth is correct.Mr. Roth is correct.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-20916506883825736132013-07-03T22:18:55.615+01:002013-07-03T22:18:55.615+01:00There should be a definitive guide to greetings, l...There should be a definitive guide to greetings, like there is (and has been for living memory) in France.<br /><br />Towards the end of my time working in schools, I used to hate it when head teachers (male and female) started kissing me on arrival in the morning. When a parent who was employing me kissed me when I met her (having spent several hours prior to the in-school meeting talking by telephone), I knew the end was in sight.Blue Witchhttp://blue-witch.co.uk/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-8792153614260252672013-07-03T21:46:44.762+01:002013-07-03T21:46:44.762+01:00Ro doesn't normally wear a suit at work, no on...Ro doesn't normally wear a suit at work, no one does in his office - though he's always pretty well dressed. He wore one for interview, of course. I'm not sure if he does when he has to go to London for business meetings.<br /><br />Since most men are much taller than I am, whether to kiss is usually their initial decision. I'm always slightly surprised by a limp handshake, why would anyone do that?Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-9084423557206384942013-07-03T21:21:41.513+01:002013-07-03T21:21:41.513+01:00P.s. It sounds as if Mr. Indigo-Roth has solved th...P.s. It sounds as if Mr. Indigo-Roth has solved the problem pretty well too.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558857315748815249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-13369598311721093482013-07-03T21:19:19.496+01:002013-07-03T21:19:19.496+01:00My youngest daughter says she likes to see the way...My youngest daughter says she likes to see the way her son Matthew (now nineteen) and I always solve this problem. She says that, when we meet,we shake hands as if I'm greeting a contemporary, then give each other a hug as if it were 'Matthew meeting one of his mates'.<br /><br />It seems to work.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558857315748815249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-3056301549481768682013-07-03T15:35:02.566+01:002013-07-03T15:35:02.566+01:00Gentlemen need a firm handshake! I find find a &qu...Gentlemen need a firm handshake! I find find a "limp" handshake somewhat off-putting. :-/<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11346682505354790114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-76979407126900040362013-07-03T15:29:40.490+01:002013-07-03T15:29:40.490+01:00I worked as a computer geek and that sometimes inv...I worked as a computer geek and that sometimes involved diving under desks, computer room floors, or network closets. Most of my co-workers and first-level supervisors wore jeans and polo or t-shirts. I wore a white oxford dress shirt and tan chinos. I found that I was perceived to be a little higher up on the food chain and received a little less hassle. Of course, if working on weekends or holidays on a big, dirty project, I would wear cargo pants and t-shirt.LẌhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06337382169476392640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-52579239405445577752013-07-03T13:21:14.922+01:002013-07-03T13:21:14.922+01:00Hey Z! Yep, I agree with all this. That said, I ca...Hey Z! Yep, I agree with all this. That said, I can be shy, too; you probably noticed I shook your hand when I arrived on Saturday but felt comfy enough for a peck on the cheek as I left. And the suit thing is something I learned a long time ago; it totally changes how people perceive and treat you. And (excuse me, single guy talking), I've always thought the ladies kinda like it, too ;) Indigo x Indigo Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-32204494863896451372013-07-03T13:03:30.194+01:002013-07-03T13:03:30.194+01:00I've got a governors' meeting this afterno...I've got a governors' meeting this afternoon, I'm wearing a nice dress and will add a jacket. Though I'm pretty casual much of the time and sometimes almost live in jeans or an unsuitably (for my age) short skirt in hot weather, I dress the part in school.<br /><br />I've overstated somewhat, because the last thing I'd want is for anyone not to feel relaxed with me - unless I've chosen otherwise, of course - it's more a matter of young people choosing the impression they give and being confident with a measure of formality when it's appropriate.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-50300614398647397192013-07-03T12:37:06.568+01:002013-07-03T12:37:06.568+01:00Not only does my husband insist on wearing a suit ...Not only does my husband insist on wearing a suit and always dressing perhaps more formally than necessary, he also wears his glasses rather than contact lenses, because he feels he needs as much barrier and gravitas as possible. It certainly works for him, the children still really like him too.<br /><br />I have to admit to wrestling my grandson to the floor and tickling him unmercifully to make him give me a kiss. Maybe I'll unnerve him with a handshake first next month.janerowenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00295097968168916092noreply@blogger.com