So I've secured a new job. It's been a frustrating process of over-enthusiastic recruitment consultants delivering somewhere between absolutely nothing (despite a lot of promises), the same job I had before, or, on very rare occasions, a job that might be good.
So after talking to lots of recruitment consultants I got a job without going through an agency and I'm pleased about it.
Monday the 12th saw me head in to the London office to sign a contract and pick up my laptop and mobile phone. Now the mobile phone on first sight looks like it might be a little bit cleverer than me. It communicates with the laptop and the laptop communicates with the phone. I'm not sure where or even if I fit in to this communication sequence. All I know is that sometimes the phone beeps, sometimes the laptop beeps, sometimes they both beep and sometimes, because they both work on Windows, they both crash putting me back in charge of my own communication.
Tuesday morning saw me leave for my first working day in Cologne. Now 4:30 in the morning is not a time I have historically enjoyed unless I was going to see sunrise over one of the great sights of the world. Stansted airport is not one of the great sights of the world. The morning started badly really. My new laptop rolled off the bed on to the floor. Luckily it was contained within its bag so no harm done. My emotional fairwell with Anna was slightly ruined by me having a nose bleed. Bit of a worry primarily because I am wearing my best (only) suit and a brand new shirt and tie combo. I manage to stem the flow and set off for the airport with kitchen roll up one nostril.
I arrived in Cologne to find that the phone is not as clever as me. I know I'm in Germany, the phone does not. Unfortunately I don't know how to tell it so I have to call the office and get them to set it up so it can find its way around the world. It gets sorted and beeping, communicating and crashing is restored.
My journey to the hotel from the office involved Cologne rush hour and a taxi driver so irate that the journey was taking longer than he had hoped that he felt the need to tell 2 of his friends at the same time using 2 different mobiles! When he started dialling we were sat in traffic. When they had answered we were on the move again. So he held one phone between his ear and his shoulder by tilting his head, used one hand to hold the other phone on the other side and, fortunately for me, reserved one hand for the irksome task of driving.
I was relieved to arrive at the Intercontinental hotel. Who wouldn't be as it is the nicest, most expensive hotel I've ever stayed in. I was shocked to find that after walking through the front door I had to wait to get to the reception desk as a Porsche Cayenne turbo was driving through the lobby. He appeared to be looking for the way out and after some nudging of the concierge desk he made his way through the double glass doors out to the more normal home of motor vehicles, the street. I was then able to check-in.
So after talking to lots of recruitment consultants I got a job without going through an agency and I'm pleased about it.
Monday the 12th saw me head in to the London office to sign a contract and pick up my laptop and mobile phone. Now the mobile phone on first sight looks like it might be a little bit cleverer than me. It communicates with the laptop and the laptop communicates with the phone. I'm not sure where or even if I fit in to this communication sequence. All I know is that sometimes the phone beeps, sometimes the laptop beeps, sometimes they both beep and sometimes, because they both work on Windows, they both crash putting me back in charge of my own communication.
Tuesday morning saw me leave for my first working day in Cologne. Now 4:30 in the morning is not a time I have historically enjoyed unless I was going to see sunrise over one of the great sights of the world. Stansted airport is not one of the great sights of the world. The morning started badly really. My new laptop rolled off the bed on to the floor. Luckily it was contained within its bag so no harm done. My emotional fairwell with Anna was slightly ruined by me having a nose bleed. Bit of a worry primarily because I am wearing my best (only) suit and a brand new shirt and tie combo. I manage to stem the flow and set off for the airport with kitchen roll up one nostril.
I arrived in Cologne to find that the phone is not as clever as me. I know I'm in Germany, the phone does not. Unfortunately I don't know how to tell it so I have to call the office and get them to set it up so it can find its way around the world. It gets sorted and beeping, communicating and crashing is restored.
My journey to the hotel from the office involved Cologne rush hour and a taxi driver so irate that the journey was taking longer than he had hoped that he felt the need to tell 2 of his friends at the same time using 2 different mobiles! When he started dialling we were sat in traffic. When they had answered we were on the move again. So he held one phone between his ear and his shoulder by tilting his head, used one hand to hold the other phone on the other side and, fortunately for me, reserved one hand for the irksome task of driving.
I was relieved to arrive at the Intercontinental hotel. Who wouldn't be as it is the nicest, most expensive hotel I've ever stayed in. I was shocked to find that after walking through the front door I had to wait to get to the reception desk as a Porsche Cayenne turbo was driving through the lobby. He appeared to be looking for the way out and after some nudging of the concierge desk he made his way through the double glass doors out to the more normal home of motor vehicles, the street. I was then able to check-in.
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Like the blog
Come up to Scotland. That'll put you off kids for a while.
Love
Nick and Kirsty
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