Extracts from my journal last week, continued….
Weds (Feb 15)
I wish I’d brought a book. Not to read in bed at night, but to look at while I’m bored at the garage. Andy can make even the most interesting aspects of the job seem tedious, and the end of the week can’t come quick enough.
Thurs (Feb 16)
I can’t believe what a waste of time this week has been. I am seriously considering a moany complaint to Head Office (not that it would do me much good.) Andy is awful and I’ve learned nothing of use, while now being behind on preparations at my own garage. They’d have been better off paying someone to teach me in situ at my own place of work rather than wasting my time being preached at by a self-righteous waster in Nottingham. (nothing personal, Andy, you understand…)
Fri (Feb 17)
Thank God that week is over. At least I got to leave at 1pm so I was home before teatime. Andy shook my hand and said “I’ll sign you off with Head Office. Fully trained and ready to fly. You’ll be fine now, mate.” What a dick. The only thing he taught me was how to bore someone shitless by the tone of your voice and your incessant self-appraising. I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in Suffolk to chill me out this evening.
RC 20-2-17
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