This morning I got to go with my boss to see our new offices. We are moving to an amazing building in Holborn. Tbh the inside still looks like a building site but I could get a good idea. It’s designated an English heritage site and our part of the building was originally an outside area that has been covered over with an amazing atrium.
I can’t wait to work there; this is the difference between public and private sector. Public get what they are allowed, private get what they want. I love my job so far, it’s so busy and already I feel I have a rapport with not just my boss, but the rest of the team too.
As part of the visit I had to check out the local amenities; shops, bars, eateries etc so that when we’re first there I can point people in the right direction. I even suggested an intranet site for the company, which my boss has already thought of but she asked me to get it off the ground part of my role also means I get to be on the social committee although I think that’s possibly a poison chalice!
On the train back to the office (she went to another meeting) I was speaking to surveyors about the flat in Norwich. The flat I’m buying is only 6 years old but it turns out there is no NHBC on it, and although my mortgage company have agreed to still lend on it I’ve decided to get a little extra protection by getting a slightly more rigorous survey on it. So the flat purchase is still dragging on…
Back at the office I learnt another lesson that sometimes if you ignore an email for a short while the problem will sort itself out! Many an email had gone on between New York and London in my absence and an error I thought I’d made turned out not to be my fault at all!
Then, on the way home, I was just stepping onto the train at Lewisham when I got a call from No1. Expecting it to be some culinary disaster or another I answered with a chirpy hello, only to be greeted by No1 telling me “I’m ok but….” *hearts stops* “I’ve had an accident”
There I am standing on the train, trying not to worry too much about what had actually happened other than telling him to stay exactly where he was and wait until the police and ambulance turn up. I could hear that there were people with him and I told him I would get hold of his dad or step mum to come to him straight away. I got hold of step mum and she went off to find him.
I stood crying on the train surrounded by people, all of whom would have overheard my phone call. Not one of them paid any attention. I told MasterS tonight that if that’d happened in Norwich then at least one person would have asked whether I was ok. He looked at me in complete disbelief.
Anyway, No1 is fine and after availing himself of step-mum’s cooking has gone home to do the ironing . Wait a minute. The ironing? He’s been on his own less than a week and already he “needs to do his ironing”
I’m currently in the bath, soaking in lots of relaxing scents that MrS fortuitously bought me as a gift before any knowledge of what might’ve happened. No1 is safe in his home and his dad will now make sure he takes his mobile into meetings!
I have learnt that you cannot be there all the time your children are growing up. Step-mum reported that he spoke to the insurance company in a very calm manner and provided all they needed, including witnesses names and addresses and police reference numbers. Sadly his car is a write off. Fortunately he is not.