I went back to work this week. After seven months of furlough it was a bit of a shock to the system. However I’m only on restricted hours, not the full rolling 24 hours a day that is the joy and delight of shift work in the public transport sector.
I’m not really complaining, I was pretty convinced the next contact from work was going to be the “we no longer have need of your services ” letter, so I am somewhat relieved at this point to still be gainfully employed.
My “daytime” (to use an expression) job, is with a large taxi company where I deal with the clients and drivers problems – when something isn’t happening to their satisfaction, it’s my problem. The main part of the job is carried out on a bespoke (no mcrospoff or andrdod or A-pill or even u-boot2) system which is not always as user friendly as it could be. So my initial return has involved a great deal of;
“How do I log in here again?” , “What was my password?”, “I know there’s a function key for this…”, “So when did that rule change?”, “We do it differently now?”, “What do you mean not like that anymore?”
Not to mention a medium dose of;
“Oh Sh*t forgot my mask!” (again), “Did you sanitize that?”, ” Does anyone have more wipes?”.
However it wasn’t all bad, no-one had eaten my rice cakes, and to my baffled astonishment there was still a spoonful of coffee in the tin I’d left in the communal kitchen, and – even better- an open packet of Burns Night tablet* hiding in my locker – when I finally remembered which locker.
(*Proper tablet – being crystaline- never really goes off)
By the end of day two I was pressing the wrong buttons just like I’d never been away. It’s good to be back.
Oh and I’m still moving house. There’ll be more on that front presently.
Next week:
My “Superhero” weakness(es)
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 