make rash promises about things I’m going to post about.
I keep mentioning my transport woes, yet never actually get anything down about them. Maybe today will be that day…
Firstly though, just had my Performance Appraisal. No biggie, as I’m skilled and accomplished in my work. Ahem, mostly.
We go through a whole process of analysing what I promised I would achieve, what I actually have achieved, and what I’m going to achieve in the next 6 months. Yes, it is as exciting as it sounds!
All through my appraisal though was this little voice in my head “Pay me the fucking money you owe me!” repeated again and again, like a mantra.
When I actually brought up the subject, more politely than that obviously, I was informed that it shouldn’t take too much longer.
Great, 5 years after starting this new role I may get a pay review. I’m crossing everything for a major increase x 5 years. Kerrrrrching!
Got that one out of my system now.
Transport – you never know what you’ve got till it’s gone. Fact.
Regular masochists who read this drivel might recall that I normally travel to work on a tram. Trying not to expose myself to attractive young ladies on the way.
Well, our trams are currently out of service as they replace the tracks. The lines they use were originally train lines, and they needed to be updated. (Unless you’re Delboy’s Daughter, in which case your line is unaffected, lucky you!)
So I have had to alter my mode of conveyance. I am now part of the bus community, as in care in the community, clearly.
I could have opted for the Tram Replacement Buses which have been laid on by a simply oustanding organisation (in case anyone from my work is reading this), but I hav eopted for the regular bus looney network.
My first day of bus travel saw me arrive at work 5 minutes later than normal, and arrive home 10 minutes later than normal.
No big deal, and extra 15 minutes per day is no hardship, right?
Except the second day saw me arrive 30 minutes later than normal at work, and a massive 50 minutes later getting home.
That is quite a difference!
It’s a game I call bus lottery. Will it turn up on time? How long will the journey take? What weird and wonderful characters will adorn the bus today?
Expect colourful tales to follow.
I have another 6 to 8 weeks of this game to play….