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Aug. 22nd, 2007 11:15 pmWas at the front desk at 12.45 when Carol said she needed a word with me. As I still had an open survey on my workstation that needed coding out, I said I'd see her in a few minutes, but by the time I was finished she'd disappeared. I looked around for her during my next mini-break, but there was still no sign of her - presumably she was in the canteen having lunch. Hope it's nothing bad.
Whatever her message was it'll have to wait for another day, because at 1.45 I got thrown a three person family. Correction - a FOUR person family, as the daughter has come home from university. And while the wife, who answers for the whole family, sounded a bit cheesed off with the whole business throughout, she patiently agreed to do everyone's questions then and there. So at 2.20, while still carrying on interviewing without missing a beat, I was on my feet frantically waving a piece of paper, on which I'd written 'Can someone please take over from me so I can catch my bus?' in the hope someone would alert the supervisors.
It was Hayley, who was walking along the row opposite, who reached across and took the note from me. Moments later, she was at my side, indicating that she was able to relieve me. So I scribbled her a quick note with the names of the lady I was speaking to and of her daughter, for whom she was answering, plus an assurance that we were now up to the last member of the household, then handed over, entered my payclaim and said my goodbyes.
I was walking along the corridor downstairs at 2.28 when I realised I'd left my headphones loose in the booth. So I had to leg it back up to the telephone unit, put the headphones away, and rush back downstairs...but I was absolutely desperate to visit the gents. Even with those delays, still made it to the bus stop with two minutes to spare.
To Westleigh Park this evening for the girls' friendly with Shanklin. A bit of a dull game, to be honest, though the girls won 3-0 with well-taken goals from Chantelle, Jenna D and Lisa, and Jodie was an absolute rock at centre-back. It poured with rain for most of the evening, and the tea hut was shut, but Trevor brought me a cup of tea from the boardroom at half-time.
So at Portsmouth Harbour I called at the all-night snack window for a bacon roll. A taxi driver who was being served was telling the guy behind the hatch how he'd been to the doctor, who'd told him he was 'morbidly obese' - the cabbie reckoned that's "doctor-speak for fat bastard". When my bacon butty was ready I had to sprint to catch the ferry - just made it.
Hawks have moved their home match with Bromley, scheduled for Friday 7 September, to 1.30 on the Saturday. I've already arranged to go to Quins RL v Salford with Paul that day, and not only does that mean I'm missing a Hawks game, it's also postponed my chances of flogging my old programmes to Simon until at least October. Bastards.
Whatever her message was it'll have to wait for another day, because at 1.45 I got thrown a three person family. Correction - a FOUR person family, as the daughter has come home from university. And while the wife, who answers for the whole family, sounded a bit cheesed off with the whole business throughout, she patiently agreed to do everyone's questions then and there. So at 2.20, while still carrying on interviewing without missing a beat, I was on my feet frantically waving a piece of paper, on which I'd written 'Can someone please take over from me so I can catch my bus?' in the hope someone would alert the supervisors.
It was Hayley, who was walking along the row opposite, who reached across and took the note from me. Moments later, she was at my side, indicating that she was able to relieve me. So I scribbled her a quick note with the names of the lady I was speaking to and of her daughter, for whom she was answering, plus an assurance that we were now up to the last member of the household, then handed over, entered my payclaim and said my goodbyes.
I was walking along the corridor downstairs at 2.28 when I realised I'd left my headphones loose in the booth. So I had to leg it back up to the telephone unit, put the headphones away, and rush back downstairs...but I was absolutely desperate to visit the gents. Even with those delays, still made it to the bus stop with two minutes to spare.
To Westleigh Park this evening for the girls' friendly with Shanklin. A bit of a dull game, to be honest, though the girls won 3-0 with well-taken goals from Chantelle, Jenna D and Lisa, and Jodie was an absolute rock at centre-back. It poured with rain for most of the evening, and the tea hut was shut, but Trevor brought me a cup of tea from the boardroom at half-time.
So at Portsmouth Harbour I called at the all-night snack window for a bacon roll. A taxi driver who was being served was telling the guy behind the hatch how he'd been to the doctor, who'd told him he was 'morbidly obese' - the cabbie reckoned that's "doctor-speak for fat bastard". When my bacon butty was ready I had to sprint to catch the ferry - just made it.
Hawks have moved their home match with Bromley, scheduled for Friday 7 September, to 1.30 on the Saturday. I've already arranged to go to Quins RL v Salford with Paul that day, and not only does that mean I'm missing a Hawks game, it's also postponed my chances of flogging my old programmes to Simon until at least October. Bastards.
