In the run up to Christmas, Railex will be publishing a series of ‘folk tales’ online. These are a series of stories featuring well known characters from the public consciousness, amended to feature their hitherto unkown adventures with Railex Files! These were previously only available as print editorial; we start, this week, with our first foray into this world, and some familiar woodland friends:
Mole sat in his office, held his small gray head in his hands and thought ‘Why me?’ He reflected on his morning that had started with bright hopes of completing the Lennon-Smythe accounts but had been brought to an abrupt halt by one phone call from Mr Toad. In many respects Mr Toad was being unusually reasonable, why shouldn’t he have a copy of last year’s accounts? But could Mole find the file? No, he couldn’t and had spent the last 30 minutes looking for it. Well actually he had spent the last 30 minutes stomping around, as best a mole can, and shouting at the poor rabbits to look for it.
Rat was passing and heard the commotion. ‘What’s the matter Mole, you haven’t lost another file have you?’ he asked. It was clear from Mole’s expression that his enquiry was unwelcome, and that this was unlikely to be an appropriate time to put forward improvements to Mole’s record management system.
Later, after Mole had calmed down, he met with Rat for a coffee. ‘The file had been on my desk all along’ he said, with a faint glow of embarrassment in his cheeks. ‘I need to go and see Badger and get some expert advice’. Rat sat back and smiled, ‘Compliance with the Practice Assurance standards is not rocket science’ he grinned, ‘I’m sure we can work this out with a little bit of help from Wise Owl up at Railex Nook.’
Mole had just finished clearing some cupboard space when his new suspension files arrived. Rat showed him how to label them with the names of his clients and then asked the rabbits to make sure that all the document files were labelled as well. ‘Wise Owl told us to make sure that there was a place for everything and everything in its place’, he reminded everyone.
Mole tottered on his kick-step before slipping and showering working papers everywhere. His head poked through the mound of paper and he smiled. ‘My dad always said that with hands like these I’d be more suited to a career in construction!’
- The Wise Owl at Railex – March, ’12
© Railex (Filing) Ltd – 26/03/2012
