Categories: life
Date: 01 July 2011 19:10:51
I am having a break from the train commute and travelling by car instead.
I have explored different routes to and from work - mostly, I've done the standard recommended trip in the morning, but it involves the frightening cross city main roads, one lot of roadworks, and I'm a wuss about driving through the tunnels even when it's fairly quiet and calm!
So, I've tried variations on the route in the evenings if I've been working up to and beyond 4.00 p.m. Tackling that route home in rush hour is definitely not my idea of fun. I've enjoyed them, and whilst they are definitely slower, there isn't that feeling of deep, impending doom that I will be in a never-ending rush hour traffic jam.
This is also my opportunity to stock up on the shopping that is do-able by public transport, but so much simpler with a car - no, I've not quite bought a year's supply of toilet rolls, dried goods, drinks and washing powder tablets, (nowhere to store that much!) but it was tempting.
As a result, I've seen the recycling bins in the supermarket car park, and lo! there is one for bras. I will not inform friend who has been known to be somewhat rude about my underwear (it's functional, no-one sees it, I've got best stuff for going to the doctors) as I'm certain she will suggest I make use of it and get myself some new ones.
Despite my antipathy to anything paperwork related, I seem to have developed a reputation for being excellent with detail, and with a good working knowledge of a wide range of all that goes on in our working environment, and more importantly,an almost unsurpassed knowledge of those who provide us with our work. Though, after a day dealing with forms, and phoning back for clarifications, missing answers, and the inability of the teenager to be coherent first thing in the morning, I'm grateful it's only been one day this week, and unlikely to be much more until mid August.
It doesn't matter how often I repeat myself, some lessons do not sink in. I was seen with my head on the desk at one point, almost weeping at the lack of capital letters or basic punctuation in the application forms. I know those lessons have been taught, I know they are capable of remembering when it suits them...
I am quite happy with a three/four day week until mid September. I have plenty to occupy me on the home front, and a break from normal routine is being much appreciated.
Filling in job application forms is mind-numbingly boring. (I do, however, have capital letters and correct punctuation. I know to re-read them, and get a friend to do so as well.)
I still wake up at 5.30 a.m. when there is No Need.