Apologetic

One thing that brightened my day this week – I got a full and unreserved apology from the council for the utter fuckup that was made of the recruitment process.

I sent off a letter last Friday to the chief executive of the council, and copied in the head of HR, and the guy I’d been dealing with at the agency. The reply came back within the week, and was exceptionally apologetic, explaining that the guy who had caused the problem has been off sick, and has been replaced by a new interim Head of IT, and that the entire process is now under investigation within the council.

So it sounds like Mr Sensitive is in for a major kicking at the hands of the HR department, and frankly it won’t be anything he doesn’t deserve. And because of the letter, the agency are now going to send an invoice to the council for their recruitment costs, as they got the right person, and got the job offered, but then everything at the council turned to ratshit. Which ain’t the agency’s problem, and as such they might as well see whether they can get anything out of it.

So, a bollocking, an apology, and an agency that’s very happy with me even though I’m not currently working for them. Can’t be bad!


Travelling to Work

Bleh. I’ve just been looking at the ways I’m going to be getting to the new job in Cambridge, and all I can say is “Bleh”.

Because of the way we’re doing things initially, I’m going to be travelling up to Cambridge on the Monday morning, staying there ’til Friday, then coming home for the weekend. Luckily, the new job is very cool and understanding about that kind of thing, and they’ve no problem with it. Besides, they know I’m going to be working more than 9-5 on the days when I am there, as there’s no constraint on me having to be back home, etc. etc.

Anyway, looks like I’m going to be awake horrifically early on a Monday morning, as I’m going to be on a 7am train in order to get to Cambridge for about 10am. Blech.

And, of course, Hound will need to be taken out before I get the chance to have anything respectable like breakfast or owt. That’s the joys of setting up a routine – she then doesn’t understand that just because I’m awake earlier, the routine should change too. So it’ll be getting up, taking her out, then having breakfast before getting to the station. *shudder

Ah well. Could be worse. And at least I’ll be getting paid back the £66 it’ll cost me…


Success 2

Oh, and in Other News, Herself has now also been offered a job up Norfolk way. Slightly more than she’s on now, and a place she seems happy with.

So it’s all coming together very successfully now. And about bloody time too!


Autumn Fair

Well, the Autumn Fair yesterday was pretty good. Knackering, and the usual NEC extortionate food charges etc., but still pretty good.

Herself was able to get some of the stuff she wanted, as well as a whole bundle of ideas, and I was able to sound out a few photography companies, and see what kind of stuff they were looking for. Additionally, I was able to check out a few others and realise the ones I didn’t want to work for, which can be just as useful when all’s said and done.

And the main thing I really need to do? (And should’ve thought of a long time ago, but never did) Build a website for my stuff, and market it from there. Doh!


Nice Timing

One thing that’s even better than usual when it comes to this week is that, along with the confirmation of the job in Cambridge, I’m actually on holiday for the week.

We’re not planning on going anywhere particular, but it’s more about a) having a break from all the shit, and b) getting the house ready to go on the market. After all, with the job stuff and so on, and waiting for news from the jobs that Herself has interviewed for, it’s all coming together again.

Last week was particularly rough – with the news that the council were still fucking about, and that Arsehole Boss was looking likely to stay with the company for the forseeable future, it all got just a bit depressing and demoralised. We were both pissed off by it, because we’d got to a point where it all seemed like it was coming together, where the plans were happening, and then they were all falling apart again, and none of it was through any fault of our own. And whenever that happens, it sucks.

So yeah, having this week off has come at just about the perfect time, as it happens. It also means we get to spend some time figuring out just how everything will work out with regard to me doing this new job, and the necessary travel and domestic arrangements, as well as sorting out company stuff, payment details etc., and also telling the council (and the current job) where to stuff it.

All told, it should be a good week!


Drivers

(Note : In this post, I aim to use Anna’s Swearword of the day – Pisswit)

Yesterday, due to the vagaries of a) trains and b) traffic (having had the interview, I was waiting for Herself to drive down and meet me in Cambridge after her interview in Norwich finished) I had plenty of time to sit around and just people-watch. It’s something I haven’t had a great deal of time for of late (well, except on the commuter trains, of course) so I had a thoroughly fun, and very lazy, day following my interview, and just spent a couple of hours at Cambridge station, watching people, and drivers, and the weirdness that is the Cambridge station forecourt.

It’s really hard to describe the area at the front of the station. One thing’s for certain though – it was designed by a total pisswit who had no idea about human nature. First it can only be approached by one road, which is fairly narrow. This funnels all the traffic for the station : bikes, cars, taxis, buses, and delivery vehicles – all of it down one narrow road. Brilliant.

At the end of the road, there’s a lay-by for the buses, and a turning circle. Actually, it’s almost two turning circles, because while there’s one for traffic that’s still moving, there’s also a wider area up a small kerb, where drivers are supposed to pick-up/drop-off people. Human nature being what it is, though, the driver’s mindset is that you’re supposed to never drive over a kerb. So most drivers don’t use the proper pick-up/drop-off points, and instead stop in the turning circle. (There’s also an offshoot road where there’s a few short-term parking spaces – but to get to that you’ve got to a) go up the kerb still, and b) it’s a pain in the arse, as half the time it’s obscured by open-top tourist buses). Oh yeah, and there’s a stopping spot for the tourist buses, opposite the layby for all the normal buses.

So all it takes is for drivers to not use the proper up-the-kerb stopping point, and the entire thing paralyses. The main buses can’t do the turn, particularly if some shitwit parks up on the apex of the curve, once the turning circle’s finished, but before it’s the proper road. Then you have the open-top buses reversing and nearly hitting cars/cyclists. The cyclists have no regard for any other road user – I’m amazed more don’t die, if yesterday was any example. The taxi-drivers pretty much get it, but they’re still nightmares on the stopping circle, and then you’ve got just general every-day drivers who’ve rarely (if ever) seen the layout before, and get epically confused by it all.

In fact, it’s not difficult to handle. It’s just that the stopping circle should’ve had its own seperate traffic lane, rather than being reached by going up a kerb, which is paradoxical to all of a driver’s normal “learned” experience. And as such, the entire thing was obviously designed by an official pisswit.


Deja Vu

Got it.

Starting as soon as possible, minimum of a 2-3 month contract, based in Cambridge. Better-than-decent money (OK, fuckin’ blinding money), decent organisation, “better than high” chance of contract extension, possibility of permanent job with it too.

So now I get to tell the council to stuff their vacancy, and the current company can get to fuck as well.

How cool is that? I rock.