The first week at the new job. This one is shift-style and I was on the rota as 12.30-21.00. This surprised me a lot. Firstly, because it was my first week, and secondly because for the last 3 hours of each shift I would be on my own!
I did mention this to the manager when she rang me on Friday to ask how my first week had gone. Her reply was, “I did realise that, but it’s the way the rota had worked out (things shifted around for one of the girls getting married at Easter, and taking into account the previous rotas), and besides, we had confidence in you”. Which was a nice thing to say and quite a pat on the back, but I still found it stressful! Glad to say everything went well, and apart from missing a couple of things I needed to fill in on the database (but I wasn’t told!), there were no disasters. Next week will be 0900-17.30 so there will be others on at the same time, so I’ll be fine.
It’s strange actually being at home doing proper work and working for a full 8 hours now! But it was nice to finish at 21.00 and by 21.05 be sitting in my pjs with a cuppa.
Company Car still sits on the drive at the moment. No contact regarding collecting it. I have no intention of driving it back to Reading (Head Office) and using public transport to get home!
Some more great news arrived this week too. I approached a magazine just before Christmas with a proposal for an article. The Editor got in touch with me on Monday and said he was interested. I phoned him Wednesday to discuss the requirements and he stated that it sounded like a possible 2 article piece. We had a great chat for half hour and there is a good chance that it could be made into a mini-series, and I could actually be a regular contributor!!! Other regulars make about £6-7,000 a year, not a fortune but a great start to my career.
The article is about my return to rifle shooting. I’ve done a lot of shooting in my life. Started off when I was a teenager in the Air Cadets, shooting air rifle and .22 Lee Enfields, then carried on in the RAF shooting big bore stuff and actually represented my Squadron and Station at the Inter-Services competitions, shooting SLRs, 9mm Pistol and Sterling sub-machine gun (also 9mm). I absolutely loved the competition, and the range time training. When I left the RAF opportunities dropped and I didn’t shoot for years. Bought myself another air rifle in the early ‘90’s as a hobby I could do with Lee, but he lost interest, and I had to sell the rifle when we got short of cash.
But I saw a magazine on the shop bookshelf, bought it, read it cover to cover and my interest was re-kindled. The article will be about me as a “born-again” shooter and the differences since I was last in the sport. I will be hoping to get back into competitions as well, and that will probably be the ongoing series. Air rifles have changed hugely since the time I used them and I am really looking forward to getting back on the ranges again.
Today we have played host to our granddaughter, Kelsie. We have one of the kids each weekend in turn. This little diva is a whirlwind. From the time she arrives until tea-time, she doesn’t pause for breath. She prattles on about everything and nothing, even talking to herself while playing on her tablet computer. Tea-time is a welcome relief! Paracetamol have been a godsend today! We love her to bits but it’s so nice to hand her back. Dawn (Nana) does bear the brunt of it, bless her.
Had another viewing yesterday. This couple have already sold their house and want a bungalow. They seemed to like the place, so keeping fingers crossed. At the moment, the one we saw in Cornwall is still available.
Well, that’s all for now.
Stay safe, peeps.
Hugz
RNBiker
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