job time

Yes, I actually started work today. Yes, I know, I should have posted yesterday noting all my pre-work jitters, but in all honesty, I (a) didn't have any, and (b) was far too hungover, after having been getting wasted in Tatu on Saturday night with Z and LJ. Yes, everything is absolutely fine on that front, apart from The Boy now doesn't trust them at all, and is convinced that they are out to get me. I can see his point, but it really was a wrong end of the stick moment.

Work. Yes. Well, should I be worried about a job that gives you a body-alarm on your first day? Clearly no, its just the HBoS way of trying to keep everyone safe and sound. I don't really feel that I am at work yet, because instead all I did today was watch health and safety videos, and learn how to open programs in Windoze. Apparently, some people don't know how to do that yet. Can you imagine?

Of course, when I walked in I saw someone I knew, and did not want at all to see (one of those people from your past you have no time to make polite small talk with!), so I had to duck. Its always the way in Belfast. I travelled over with Eims and a girl called Sarah, and we are the only grads in the program. Everyone in my group is 40+ - its so depressing! Next door everyone is young and fun, and in my room people talk about their mortgage and their childcare. And I'm stuck with these people for the next seven weeks! At least I have Eims and Sarah next door for lunch breaks.

HBoS seem really good to work for, with great benefits etc. I just don't imagine the work will really excite my questioning mind, but that's a good thing for a while. I've plenty of other things to deal with. Let me just get done with training and meeting some young people.