A week away, part 1

Notes from my diary (written when I was pretending to be writing notes of things I’d learnt during training)

Sunday (Feb 12)
Here I am stuck in a hotel on the outskirts of Nottingham. The room is basic, the bed uncomfortable, the point of being here unfathomable. At least I get tonight away, and paid for. I start my training at 6am tomorrow and I still had to fight to get the extra night in the Travelodge. They would have happily had me leaving at 3 to drive in the rain and cold. Bastards.

Monday (Feb 13)
Well that was a fun day. 9 hours working with one of those people who thinks their role in life is the ultimate in importance. My ‘trainer’ is boring in the extreme and ignorant in the whatever-is-more-extreme-than-extreme. He seems to rank himself as the most significant employee in the entire company infrastructure whereas I think any one of my employees could do his job as well as he’s doing it; even the part-time ones. He’s an arse and he’s taught me nothing. He invited me out for a meal and drinks tonight to ‘chew the fat’ and ‘share his wisdom’ but I’ve had enough of him for one year so I’ve pleaded a headache and ran back to Travelodge room 201. Later I’ll pop to the Brewers Fayre next door for a mixed grill and a few pints of Guinness.

Tuesday (Feb 14)
Nice to be spending Valentines Day 250 miles away from my wife….. Thanks, work.

RC 19-2-17 
(sorry if the different dates are confusing)