The office is currently experiencing a move; it’s not very far but a move is a move, you need to go through all the rubbish you have accumulated (including the emergency soup, complete with emergency croutons, for a forgotten lunch day) and chuck things out.
So when the internet went down a few weeks ago (we are an internet company, this was tough) we had to find things to do. We packed a few boxes, tidied a few messes, and then pondered. I get bored pretty easily, so after pondering for a minimal amount of time, I decided to vacuum the floor. OK.
Step 1, find the vacuum cleaner. This was pretty easy, since the cleaner left it has remained in the same place, gathering dust. How ironic!
Step 2, plug it in. This caused some confusion, as all the plugs are situated in the floor. I had to consult one of the men to show me how you opened the clever little flap that houses the power, but once in, I was raring to go!
Step 3, turn it on. Right, this is where my minimal technologic knowledge is completely shown up. I fiddled about with various knobs and buttons on this newfangled Dyson. I could turn it on, (easy peasy, big red button) but I couldn’t work out how to disconnect the hose part from the main machine. Geordie rushed to my aid, but she didn’t have a clue either, and at one point she got too close to said hose and managed to suck in her hair. We were, quite frankly, appalling.
The long and the short of it is that we had to get a boy to explain the fine workings of the hoover to us, which was frankly a little on the embarrassing side.