On my walk from the bus stop to the office this morning there was a woman collapsed on the pavement by the shops. At first I thought she was ill and I actually walked up to her to see if I could help before I saw the three empty Special Brew cans and smelt the alcohol fumes. She wasn’t ill, she was dead drunk at eight thirty in the morning! Really I should have guessed, the walk from the bus to to office is a little like walking through a war zone, drunks, beggars, odd looking people muttering to themselves. It feels like it’s only a matter of time before I get mugged.
Today was just like yesterday really, more training on the system, this time setting up a payment plan, practice, test, role play, lunch, latte, an afternoon of product training. Yawn! I’m not getting any faster with the practice, test thing and every time we do it I feel panicky. So far I’ve passed every test though and so has everyone else so I still don’t know what happens if anyone fails. There’s a little part of me that hopes I’ll fail and get sacked.
At last I didn’t have to brave the war zone walking to the bus stop tonight, Kim offered me a lift home. I’m making the most if it because once the training is finished it’ll be back to the bus. She’s signed up for the early shift and I’ll be doing the late shift. Can’t say I like the idea of that walk at eight o’clock at night in the dark but I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.