How to build a successful career
There are several keys to success in the high flying world of the civil service. Removing part of the front bumper of your manager's car while you are house sitting for him is not known as being one of those keys to success. Although employment law is weighted heavily in favour of the employee these days, I fully expect to spend the rest of my working life cleannig long drops on the Chatham Islands. Did I mention that its a nice, relatively new car that still has that new car smell? Thats probably what I was thinking about as I missed the driveway and rode over the curb and it was probably that same showroom freshness that overwhelmed my senses to such an extent that I failed to notice the scraping rattling sound as I drove down the hill.
My Boss gets back on the 15th or 16th - I will of course do the honourable thing and flick him an email before then, that way he won't be left wondering what the tyre marks and the front bumper shaped impact crater on the grass verge are all about when he gets home.
The stupid thing is that I very carefully avoided using the car - taking the bus and train to work this morning, walking around to the pleasantville dairy for the paper (its not really called that but thats what Whitby reminds me of) on the weekend. At all other times I drove like a grandma. Tonight I decided to "just whip around to the supermarket," I sat in the driveway for a few minutes waiting for the de-mister to kick in then eased gently backward. After congratulating myself for not hitting the letterbox I picked up the pace a little and..crunch...oh well its just the curb, a bit embarassing but its dark and noone saw it, besides I've done that sort of thing in my Telstar and it has enough clearance to do that with no problems....
There are times when you just want to shout "fuck!" over and over and over again.
My Boss gets back on the 15th or 16th - I will of course do the honourable thing and flick him an email before then, that way he won't be left wondering what the tyre marks and the front bumper shaped impact crater on the grass verge are all about when he gets home.
The stupid thing is that I very carefully avoided using the car - taking the bus and train to work this morning, walking around to the pleasantville dairy for the paper (its not really called that but thats what Whitby reminds me of) on the weekend. At all other times I drove like a grandma. Tonight I decided to "just whip around to the supermarket," I sat in the driveway for a few minutes waiting for the de-mister to kick in then eased gently backward. After congratulating myself for not hitting the letterbox I picked up the pace a little and..crunch...oh well its just the curb, a bit embarassing but its dark and noone saw it, besides I've done that sort of thing in my Telstar and it has enough clearance to do that with no problems....
There are times when you just want to shout "fuck!" over and over and over again.