I was actually planning on going to attend a Q&A session in the place over all places (BAFTA building) in London (with Richard Eyre, director of Notes On A Scandal), but I was so tired that I skipped it, and even the short walk home felt like having to run a marathon.
I don’t get it. Why are the first few days in a new job so energy consuming? It’s not like I have done any hard labour. I got my laptop, met my new colleagues (and they are nice people), drank tea, ate lunch outside in the sun (well nearly) beside the Grand Union Canal (tough job), and did some reading the rest of the afternoon. How tired can that really make you?
Somehow in-cre-di-bly tired. Add to that the fact that I, of course, pretended to be dead since 1 am last night, but at 3am I was still alive, still awake, and so you get the picture. Knackered.
I am getting a clearer view of what I am supposed to be working with, and it seems interesting. On Thursday I need to have an eye and ear test, and a D&A test. D&A stands for Drugs and Alcohol. No druggies and alcoholics are allowed near tracks and trains, it’s simply too dangerous so the test is understandable. And Monday and Tuesday next week I will do a PTS (Personal Track Safety) course, and after those 2 days I should be able to answer questions like these – it’s a quiz you can try it if you like. If I pass, I am ready to enter the world of trains and tracks close by, and that might happen rather soon already. And that does sound cool to me.
I am going to crash on my sofa.