Day 70 - Thursday 28th May
I have slept well, for which I'm grateful. I have a busy day planned which begins with a little admin and then an appointment with the practice nurse for the MMR booster I almost certainly no longer need as I won't be pursuing my application to the NHS Skills Bank. Given that I signed up near the beginning of the lockdown and we're now 10 weeks in it has taken a long time to join their skills pool and, notwithstanding the extra delay of having to get an MMR vaccination, I still don't have a log-in to assign myself to jobs and my two emails about it have gone unanswered. On the radio this morning I hear people who have signed up to join the Track and Trace service complaining that they haven't received their log-in and so can't sign in to the system and provide the service they're being paid for. There seems to be an issue with ICT systems implementation that needs fixing.
My trip to the surgery is uneventful and I return to my desk briefly before packing my bag and changing my clothes for my al fresco interview. I meet the two gentlemen in a car park in Wokingham before heading for a park where they have located a large hexagonal picnic table where we can occupy three separate sides to ensure social distancing. Open air social meetings of two people are allowed, and we are three, but given that it's a business meeting I think we can justify it. The conversation goes well and it feels awkward to part without a handshake to seal the deal. I grab some flowers from a service station (the queue was too long at the supermarket) to drop off at my friend's house and then head back to Reading where I am due on a call. By the time I arrive I've received a message asking to postpone it by half an hour, so I have time to prepare a halloumi caesar salad in the hope of tempting my son out of bed. It still takes and hour, by which time the call has been postponed again, until Monday.
I sit at my desk and compose an email accepting the verbal offer that was made a couple of hours ago with a rising sense of excitement that confirms that this is the right decision. I open a bottle of fizz to celebrate while I prepare dinner, which is a tapas style combo of buffalo wings/cauliflower, patatas bravas, onion rings, mini quesadillas and spicy garlic mushrooms. We eat outside, where it is refreshingly a little cooler than earlier.
Today I am grateful for having found a fabulous job.
My trip to the surgery is uneventful and I return to my desk briefly before packing my bag and changing my clothes for my al fresco interview. I meet the two gentlemen in a car park in Wokingham before heading for a park where they have located a large hexagonal picnic table where we can occupy three separate sides to ensure social distancing. Open air social meetings of two people are allowed, and we are three, but given that it's a business meeting I think we can justify it. The conversation goes well and it feels awkward to part without a handshake to seal the deal. I grab some flowers from a service station (the queue was too long at the supermarket) to drop off at my friend's house and then head back to Reading where I am due on a call. By the time I arrive I've received a message asking to postpone it by half an hour, so I have time to prepare a halloumi caesar salad in the hope of tempting my son out of bed. It still takes and hour, by which time the call has been postponed again, until Monday.
I sit at my desk and compose an email accepting the verbal offer that was made a couple of hours ago with a rising sense of excitement that confirms that this is the right decision. I open a bottle of fizz to celebrate while I prepare dinner, which is a tapas style combo of buffalo wings/cauliflower, patatas bravas, onion rings, mini quesadillas and spicy garlic mushrooms. We eat outside, where it is refreshingly a little cooler than earlier.
Today I am grateful for having found a fabulous job.
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