This morning I had a telephone interview for the ticket office job. They phoned me at the office and it didn’t help that Mac was pulling faces at me the whole way through it. Even so, it felt like I did well but Martin, the interviewer, seemed to think I was a bit over qualified. Better that than under qualified I said.
“The worry is you might be bored. It’s not a very challenging job.” As long as they paid me I couldn’t care less if I’m bored but I didn’t say that of course. Anyhow, they’re going to keep me on file in case something more suitable comes along. They may have some managerial posts coming up in Croydon in a few months although quite how I’d get there remains to be seen. I guess there’d be free train travel but a few months is a long time with no money coming in so I’m not banking on it. He’s probably right about the boredom, it’s not my dream job but right now any job would be good.
Mac drove me down to the village when I finished work because he wanted to go shopping. I tried to talk him into walking but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Why would I want to do that when I have a perfectly good car?” he pouted.
“Exercise?” I suggested. “You know that stuff you pay all the money to your fancy gym for but never actually go and do. You can get that for free just walking.”
“But I can’t watch all the hunky men sweating over the weights walking can I? Besides, I’m not wearing the right shoes.”
That man has an answer for everything.
I had a few things to pick up myself so I walked round Sainsbury’s with him. He spent ages looking at the cakes and I had to drag him away in the end. Even then I had to remind him of the shirt button incident to get him to move away from them. Eventually we made it to the tills. There was quite a queue because there were only three open. We stood there, inching forward and chatting about nothing in particular. I looked away for a moment and when I turned back he was gone. He can move like lightening when he wants to. I looked around puzzled, wondering what he was up to and sneakingly suspicious that he’d gone back for cakes. Then I spotted him standing in a far longer queue at the other end of the shop. I gave him a what are you playing at look and he pulled face and nodded towards the cashier at the checkout I was standing at.
My queue was moving exceedingly slowly but I still couldn’t understand why he’d go right to the other end of the shop, especially as it was the longest line of the three. I looked over at him again and frowned but he just nodded at my cashier again and shuddered. At that moment my queue inched forward again and I suddenly understood. The cashier at my checkout was one of the regular staff, the one with the crippled hand. Mac had obviously spotted this and run away in terror. To my shame I actually started laughing. Not at the crippled cashier I hasten to add, at Mac and his totally unreasonable phobia of anyone with anything wrong with them. Did he think his own hand was going to suddenly wither and become useless just from standing there?
When I finally got to the front of my queue I was still fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably, especially as Mac was still about four people away from the front of his. The checkout lady didn’t seem like her normal cheerful self for some reason and at first I thought it was because she’d seen me laughing and thought it was at her. She was painfully slow putting my few items though the till though and she looked a little odd, sort of spaced out. I spoke to her but she hardly seemed to notice. When I gave her my Nectar card she just took it and looked at it for a moment like she didn’t know what it was. As I gave her the money I asked, “are you Ok? You don’t look well.”
She looked at me blankly again then slowly said, “I don’t feel good. I fell off my chair earlier and hit my head.”
Suddenly I didn’t feel like laughing any more. She was very pale and looked like she was going to pass out. I tried to beckon Mac over so I could get him to go and get someone to help. He just shook his head. Reluctantly, I left the cashier to her own devices and went up to the help desk to tell them what had happened and ask them to get some help. I think the poor woman had concussion. I don’t think I even picked up my change.