Spent: £5.70 bus fare
Hours worked at Waterstones: 4
Yesterday was a really nasty day. When I woke up I could hear the rain hitting my window pane in horizontal sheets, I dressed for the weather – my cowboy boots under jeans as they are cheap plastic and therefore waterproof, and there is nothing worse than having wet feet all day. My red coat, because it is the longest and heaviest one I own, so would keep a greater proportion of my body dry. My hair tucked into a hat to keep it from frizzling, and my elbow-length leather gloves to save my cuffs from getting damp.
Half way to the bus stop my umbrella blew inside out… and the fabric ripped at the same time. I then spent 15 minutes standing in the rain waiting for the bus, which came late and made it approx 200 metres before breaking down.
Public transport in this country is a joke. Sure, we claim to be worried about climate change, but until buses and trains run regularly, reliably and on time, no-one will use them by choice. Last Sunday, my bus to work got just outside Warwick before the driver pulled over and called the depot because he couldn’t make the emergency lights stop flashing. It took him about 10 minutes of working through caller menus “pushing 1 to speak to an adviser” before he actually spoke to an adviser, who was able to fix the problem by telling him which lever to flick.
Yesterday, the driver (different one) couldn’t get his break lights to turn off. He too called the depot, who told him to come by and swap buses. We stopped just outside said depot awaiting further instructions, and when he tried to start the bus again, it wouldn’t go. We ended up waiting there 40 minutes until another bus was brought out to take us on our not-so-merry way, and instead of arriving in the Waterstones staffroom with 30 minutes to eat my brunch before my shift started, I ended up wolfing my sandwiches down on the moving vehicle, then legging it up the road to arrive at Waterstones 3 minutes before I was due on shop floor.
Oh, and soaked right to the bone, which was NOT fun, and might be why I have been unable to get warm since. I’m writing this tucked under a blanket, wearing not one but TWO hoodies, one of which has a fur-lined hood. With both hoods up.
My nose is so cold! 😦
Freelance hours: 1
Interview offers: 1
Weekly hours at Waterstones offered from now til Christmas (or further notice): 30!
Today I had a bit of a lie in, got a load of chores done (and one application letter written) then walked up to Kate’s to do an hour’s consultancy on her company’s website. Waterstones called and offered me an additional 30 hours a week until Christmas (with flexibility to attend interviews, etc.) which I snapped up! And one of my agency contacts called and asked me to attend an interview, which – and you’re not going to believe this – I turned down.
Let me explain this. Tomorrow I am covering for one of the Waterstones regular staff who is at a family funeral. I said I would do this on Saturday. The company in question wanted me to interview in Oxford TOMORROW. As in, with about 18 hours notice.
I am proud of my work ethic, of the reputation I have as a reliable employee. I asked whether I could just get an extra 24 hours, to go in on Wednesday or Thursday, but was told that they wanted to interview tomorrow as there were internal candidates that needed an answer sooner rather than later. From which I concluded that I was being invited to interview to make up the external interviewee numbers. And for a maternity cover role in a subject area I have ZERO knowledge about – I was shocked beyond belief that I even got an interview! Nothing about it added up. If I were actually in work there is no chance I’d be able to get time off with so little notice… I just couldn’t do it.
In a couple of months time I might seriously regret this decision. Or, I might have a permanent role in a subject area that I love – who can tell? Either way, I’ll still have my reputation in tact.