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Apr. 7th, 2009 07:23 pmWith just over an hour of the shift to go I got one of those people who seem to take pleasure in being difficult. He made it clear from the start that, just because he was the managing director of his own small business, he felt he should be exempt from the survey, and at almost every question he gave me a hard time for asking them. The thought that they were the same questions as everybody else has to do didn't seem to arise. Two-thirds of the way through, he said he wanted to speak to a supervisor at the end. He did allow me to complete the survey first, which was fucking big of him, then I went over to fetch Jo and warn her about him. The bright side was I got, in effect, a 20 minute break as I had to stand in the booth and wait while Jo valiantly did her best to field his onslaught. I couldn't hear his end of their conversation, but I didn't need to. Jo had a good go at explaining why we have to do the survey the way it is, but she struggled to get a word in. This guy was obviously only interested in the sound of his own voice.
Checking my email at the end of the shift, I learned that the woman from Calendargate had died suddenly at the weekend of unspecified causes.
I went over to Sue #5 - who'd made the offer a few weeks ago to let me know about vacancies in the coding block - to tell her that "circumstances had changed" and that I was now able to apply for jobs there. I wasn't being callous or dancing on Mrs Calendar's grave, just letting Sue know that one of her suggestions was now a possibility, In the end I want to move to a better job and it makes sense to open a window of opportunity that was previously closed.
Sue said she understood. I replied "I'll say no more, de mortuis nil nisi bonum," and Sue promised to keep me informed about any vacancies she heard about in any department.
Driving lesson after work. Open road driving so-so; it went OK most of the time, but at the beginning I committed the gaffe of turning right off a roundabout when Peter had said straight ahead. I made a couple more howlers, including doing a hill start just as a car was coming up behind. When, towards the end, Peter irritably told me off first for putting my clutch down too quickly stopping at a junction and then for pulling out of the junction with a cyclist approaching, I felt like shouting at him, but kept my mouth shut. Once again I ground to a halt after the first leg of the turn in the road, through raising the clutch too far - problem was I'd been unable to feel the bite. At the end Peter chucked in a couple of surprises. First a reverse round a round grass verge, which I pulled off not too bad, and it helped me another way. Doing that move, I came to a realisation that I've not actually been pressing the brake pedal during reversing moves, though it felt like I was. I'll need to keep a close watch on that from now on. To finish, he had me do an improvised reverse park. In summing up, he again said I was coming on OK and just needed to work on reacting to events ahead of me earlier.
What a bunch of twonks. It should be lovely Kim.
Checking my email at the end of the shift, I learned that the woman from Calendargate had died suddenly at the weekend of unspecified causes.
I went over to Sue #5 - who'd made the offer a few weeks ago to let me know about vacancies in the coding block - to tell her that "circumstances had changed" and that I was now able to apply for jobs there. I wasn't being callous or dancing on Mrs Calendar's grave, just letting Sue know that one of her suggestions was now a possibility, In the end I want to move to a better job and it makes sense to open a window of opportunity that was previously closed.
Sue said she understood. I replied "I'll say no more, de mortuis nil nisi bonum," and Sue promised to keep me informed about any vacancies she heard about in any department.
Driving lesson after work. Open road driving so-so; it went OK most of the time, but at the beginning I committed the gaffe of turning right off a roundabout when Peter had said straight ahead. I made a couple more howlers, including doing a hill start just as a car was coming up behind. When, towards the end, Peter irritably told me off first for putting my clutch down too quickly stopping at a junction and then for pulling out of the junction with a cyclist approaching, I felt like shouting at him, but kept my mouth shut. Once again I ground to a halt after the first leg of the turn in the road, through raising the clutch too far - problem was I'd been unable to feel the bite. At the end Peter chucked in a couple of surprises. First a reverse round a round grass verge, which I pulled off not too bad, and it helped me another way. Doing that move, I came to a realisation that I've not actually been pressing the brake pedal during reversing moves, though it felt like I was. I'll need to keep a close watch on that from now on. To finish, he had me do an improvised reverse park. In summing up, he again said I was coming on OK and just needed to work on reacting to events ahead of me earlier.
What a bunch of twonks. It should be lovely Kim.
