To give closure to the last entry, however long ago it may have been: Sarah and I both got jobs at Next. I considered using this update to give everyone an amusing insight into Next's inner sanctum, complete with lots of sarcastic japes at the expense of their motivational notices and such, but frankly I feel that this would be churlish. Mostly I'm just grateful to them for having the blind faith to offer me a contract.
So Sarah will now be working in the Childrenswear department on Monday and Tuesday afternoons, whereas I will be in the stockroom on Tuesday mornings, 7-11.
That means some early mornings, but it might be quite nice walking into town at 6.30am, headphones on, seeing what, if anything, goes on at that hour.
Induction was yesterday. We filled in some forms, got the grand tour, and were shown some wonderful health and safety videos, which featured the cream of those actors and actresses who got a B for their GCSE practical but then decided to take a more science-y route for their A-levels.
My favourite part was in the bit about fire safety. The video was explaining that fire needs three things: oxygen, heat, and fuel. Of course, you needn't have taken a more science-y route for your A-levels to know that, but far more patronising was the sobering reminder that OXYGEN IS EVERYWHERE. Scary stuff.
In the evening a bunch of us went to Metros, but that's probably better left to word of mouth.
Joel.
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