Hmmm …
That’s seemed to go well.
As you know, I’ve started my new job: yesterday, in fact.
There’s possibly a story or two, there.
The actual training … ?
Seemed to go well enough.
The only problem with the day … ?
Was the trains.
I got myself out of the house on the dot of two in the afternoon.
Plenty of time to get to the station, get the train to Shenfield, get from Shenfield to Chelmsford, and then walk from Chelmsford station to the office.
Only to get to work, half an hour late.
Because someone had killed themselves, by jumping in front of a train, at Chadwell Heath.
Now, I’m sympathetic.
I’ve suffered bouts of depression for many years.
But frankly?
That’s not the thing I wanted to hear on my first day at work!
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