The day after yesterday
The original plan for my week looked something like this:
Monday- Bank Holiday sit at home read, maybe watch some tv
Tuesday-Trip to the office for training approx 220 mile round trip and 6 hours on the train
Wednesday- morning in Norwich for counselling (last session) then back home for afternoon of work 50 miles approx round trip
Thursday- Trip to London for a kick off event at the Hilton Metropole approx 8.5 hour round trip and 280 miles
Friday- Trip to the office for team meeting then home (you get the idea).
Thankfully the week didn't pan out like that although I suspect that I have only prolonged the inevitable. Monday went as expected really. Spent some time reading my social science book about the English which is still entertaining me more than it probably should.
Tuesday Tom kindly drove me to Norwich station rather than dropping me in Yarmouth which left him to do a 12 hour shift (poor guy) and me to catch an earlier train. This actually worked out to my advantage as the train I normally get hit a jumper over in Kelvedon that morning at about 9:00am. Not something I would have wanted to witness. I wonder what makes a person think that jumping in front of a train is a good idea? I get that the end result is preferably death (although not guarenteed from what i read in the times last sunday) but why cause such a disruption, and potentially devastate the life of the train driver? It strikes me as somewhat selfish to end your life in that kind of way but maybe there is some kind of symbolism in the act itself that I am missing.
Anyway, was lucky that i missed the event and managed to get to work reasonably on time. The training was a total waste, it was aimed at new people really, the instructor was reading off of the slides which she had purely cut and pasted from our own website! after about an hour we had a break and then refused to rejoin the class. For the record while there was some minor heckling we did bow out of the trainin with a certain level of tact and sensitivity as I am certain that the instructors weren't the ones who had designed the course.
I have proof- she advised us that our wireless broadband routers were 802.11 grams. However she was sorely mistaken as the text was "802.11g" which is the protocal that they operate using. It was a somewhat cringe worthy moment for anyone who works in comms.
Counselling Wednesday threw up a real surprise. Well a couple actually. During the session she asked about how much I talk through my problems with Tom and other areas around that topic, while explaining the situation at home I said I love him and actually burst into tears. I know, at the moment this probably isn't an unusual event but normally in my life (prior to operation) I wasn't prone to getting emotional about these sorts of things. I guess from how quickly I choked up that I actually do love him somewhat more than I realise. Maybe counselling does do something.
My second revelation (well not quite) was that I apparently need further counselling. The more cynical individual can rest assured that this recomendation wasn't made for moneatry reasons as my counsellor has a contract forbidding her to go beyond the four sessions paid by my company as such she couldn't benefit from recomending further treatment. To be honest I was stunned. Speechless actually. I had automatically assumed right form the start that It would be four sessions then somehow they would say I am fine but she said that have a lot of emotion and pain still to deal with and that four sessions was really just "dipping my toe in the water".
Don't know whether I will try and sort out more sessions, have been thinking that a break from them would probably be advisable and then if I fall apart again I can arrange more.
Letter from the solicitors arrived, apparently they finally have all my medical records, an independant nurse will be going through them and indexing them to ensure none are missing then they will go off to a doctor who will assess the situation. This will take 8-12 weeks after which my solicitor will ring me to discuss what we do next and go through the exact claim.
At some point during reading this I realised exactly how much I need my claim to be successful. not for financial reasons but because there is no way they will ever admit what they did was wrong and the only way they will be held accountable is through the legal system.
I just hope that we are able to satisfy the burden of proof.
Thursday was quiet in the end. I didn't bother attending the event in London as I had a lot of work to catch up on.
Friday Tom drove me to the office and I met my new tier 2 manager. She talks down to people, which could potentially get quite irritating if it werent for the fact that I will only see her once a month at most. Not convinced that the new pay plan is driving the correct behaviours amongst sales people in my part of the business but have voiced my opinion and can do no more.
Found out that whilst I am the only specialist who is fully trained on voice and data services I am the second lowest paid! Not impressed but this is unlikely to change.
Going to register with Reed recruitment on Monday on my way to brentwood office, hopefully they will have something for me to apply for.
Will be in Brentwood until wednesday, am staying with the in-laws so probably babysitting duty (yay, i say this sincerely as I am a little strange). The plan is that Tuesday and Wednesay are my Cisco Sales Expert training, then Thursday I register myself for the Cisco exam which needs to be done within 2 months of the course. Hopefully I can get certified and then recruited by someone else who pays their staff a decent wage! I live in naive hope.
Looking forward to the smahing pumpkins comeback album later this year.
Listening to: anything random. need new music.
Monday- Bank Holiday sit at home read, maybe watch some tv
Tuesday-Trip to the office for training approx 220 mile round trip and 6 hours on the train
Wednesday- morning in Norwich for counselling (last session) then back home for afternoon of work 50 miles approx round trip
Thursday- Trip to London for a kick off event at the Hilton Metropole approx 8.5 hour round trip and 280 miles
Friday- Trip to the office for team meeting then home (you get the idea).
Thankfully the week didn't pan out like that although I suspect that I have only prolonged the inevitable. Monday went as expected really. Spent some time reading my social science book about the English which is still entertaining me more than it probably should.
Tuesday Tom kindly drove me to Norwich station rather than dropping me in Yarmouth which left him to do a 12 hour shift (poor guy) and me to catch an earlier train. This actually worked out to my advantage as the train I normally get hit a jumper over in Kelvedon that morning at about 9:00am. Not something I would have wanted to witness. I wonder what makes a person think that jumping in front of a train is a good idea? I get that the end result is preferably death (although not guarenteed from what i read in the times last sunday) but why cause such a disruption, and potentially devastate the life of the train driver? It strikes me as somewhat selfish to end your life in that kind of way but maybe there is some kind of symbolism in the act itself that I am missing.
Anyway, was lucky that i missed the event and managed to get to work reasonably on time. The training was a total waste, it was aimed at new people really, the instructor was reading off of the slides which she had purely cut and pasted from our own website! after about an hour we had a break and then refused to rejoin the class. For the record while there was some minor heckling we did bow out of the trainin with a certain level of tact and sensitivity as I am certain that the instructors weren't the ones who had designed the course.
I have proof- she advised us that our wireless broadband routers were 802.11 grams. However she was sorely mistaken as the text was "802.11g" which is the protocal that they operate using. It was a somewhat cringe worthy moment for anyone who works in comms.
Counselling Wednesday threw up a real surprise. Well a couple actually. During the session she asked about how much I talk through my problems with Tom and other areas around that topic, while explaining the situation at home I said I love him and actually burst into tears. I know, at the moment this probably isn't an unusual event but normally in my life (prior to operation) I wasn't prone to getting emotional about these sorts of things. I guess from how quickly I choked up that I actually do love him somewhat more than I realise. Maybe counselling does do something.
My second revelation (well not quite) was that I apparently need further counselling. The more cynical individual can rest assured that this recomendation wasn't made for moneatry reasons as my counsellor has a contract forbidding her to go beyond the four sessions paid by my company as such she couldn't benefit from recomending further treatment. To be honest I was stunned. Speechless actually. I had automatically assumed right form the start that It would be four sessions then somehow they would say I am fine but she said that have a lot of emotion and pain still to deal with and that four sessions was really just "dipping my toe in the water".
Don't know whether I will try and sort out more sessions, have been thinking that a break from them would probably be advisable and then if I fall apart again I can arrange more.
Letter from the solicitors arrived, apparently they finally have all my medical records, an independant nurse will be going through them and indexing them to ensure none are missing then they will go off to a doctor who will assess the situation. This will take 8-12 weeks after which my solicitor will ring me to discuss what we do next and go through the exact claim.
At some point during reading this I realised exactly how much I need my claim to be successful. not for financial reasons but because there is no way they will ever admit what they did was wrong and the only way they will be held accountable is through the legal system.
I just hope that we are able to satisfy the burden of proof.
Thursday was quiet in the end. I didn't bother attending the event in London as I had a lot of work to catch up on.
Friday Tom drove me to the office and I met my new tier 2 manager. She talks down to people, which could potentially get quite irritating if it werent for the fact that I will only see her once a month at most. Not convinced that the new pay plan is driving the correct behaviours amongst sales people in my part of the business but have voiced my opinion and can do no more.
Found out that whilst I am the only specialist who is fully trained on voice and data services I am the second lowest paid! Not impressed but this is unlikely to change.
Going to register with Reed recruitment on Monday on my way to brentwood office, hopefully they will have something for me to apply for.
Will be in Brentwood until wednesday, am staying with the in-laws so probably babysitting duty (yay, i say this sincerely as I am a little strange). The plan is that Tuesday and Wednesay are my Cisco Sales Expert training, then Thursday I register myself for the Cisco exam which needs to be done within 2 months of the course. Hopefully I can get certified and then recruited by someone else who pays their staff a decent wage! I live in naive hope.
Looking forward to the smahing pumpkins comeback album later this year.
Listening to: anything random. need new music.
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