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Song for Liverpool 2008 Minnie Stacey's Poetry Casey's Poetry
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THIS IS FROM 2008 - I'VE JUST RE-READ IT IN 2023 AS THE GOOGLE SITES HAVE BEEN UPDATED. IT IS INDEED SHOCKING. I AM NOW RETIRED. THE WORLD IS FULL OF PETTY TYRANTS, LIARS AND BULLIES.
The lower-downs are proud of their hierarchic status above the lower than them, and it can be hard to take. But I'm getting used to not being surprised by anyone within the structure. Last week the arm on my old office chair broke, after I'd leaned on it one time too many. (I'd been swinging on it like an acrobat on occasions, before I lowered my right angled and legs into the chair - but what do they expect when they lock me up in an office day after day...) After the porters tried to fix it, entering the field with a phillips tool and shouting 'who has a screw loose...', the screw fell out again and they said it was irreparable. So I swapped it for a spare chair, a newer and much more comfortable chair that looks exactly like my old one, except it has much more cushion and back support when you sit on it, and it's a better height for me. It was an extra anyway, in an office which isn't being used at the moment. Two days later I realised that the arm on my chair was shaky-loose again, and twigged that it had been returned. So, I swapped it again for the unbroken chair. I'm doing my best to remain detached from the sheer horror of petty minds.
The other morning I walked out from the kitchen area, crossing the path of a big male police-superintendent - he found it amusing to collar me with one hand at the back of my neck and another mid-spine, and shake me. I wasn't hurt or bruised, but it was a shock to be manhandled like that in the workplace. That useless office bizzy shouldn't touch me at all. I went up to him afterwards and said: 'Are you trying to break my neck?' He just found it funny and kept the blatant sexism going by calling me a bully for 'shooting out' at him: 'She attacked me she did... look at those muscles on her arms,' he said, touching me again, squeezing my dainty biceps. He's pushed me in through the door with a hand at the small of my back before now saying: 'Come on, get in there', using his crowd-control tactics for a joke - on me!