They’re letting me go back to work tomorrow. I’m
glad it’s not today because I sat up watching the NFL play-offs last night so I
only went to bed a few hours ago.
This ‘new job’ thing is feeling weird again. Having been approached by Gavin, and then having had an informal chat about the position rather than an official interview, and then having accepted it, I’m now being asked to fill in an application pack. I think it’s just a box-ticking exercise to formalise everything, but it does seem a bit odd.
We had a good chat yesterday (Gavin and I) and he
does come across as a bit scatter-brained at times, but in a good way. It’s not
surprising that who-is-doing-what-where is still undecided, because he doesn’t
know when he’ll be allowed to open all the sites again, or how many people will
be allowed to visit, or how many people are likely to want holidays anyway.
Having said that, they’re pretty much booked solid from Easter through to the
end of October, so we just have to hope that things go well with the vaccines
and the virus and the variants and that Britain’s tourism industry is let loose
again by Springtime. Whatever happens, my job will start on March 1st,
and I’ll be out of the supermarket filling station game, which can only be a
good thing.
RC 11-1-20
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