Alberto collected me from the airport yesterday. A very nice (as you will have guessed by his name) Italian man. He was waiting for me with a sign with my name on it, then he carried my bag(s) to the car, and whisked me off to my hotel in an 'S' Class Mercedes (only what I'm used to, of course). I felt like a celebrity! One from the 'Z' list!
We got chatting about London and where we were both from, he had the advantage cos he knew which city I had flown from. Alberto had been to Dublin once, he stayed in Sandycove, a lovely part of Dublin on the coast. I told him he made a good choice as that that was one of the nicer spots of Dublin. Then he told me all about the city he is from. Turin. He told me of sunshine, mountains sweeping down to the wide river, of the shopping boulevard akin to the Champs Elysees in Paris, of vineyards to visit... I made a mental note to put it on my list of places to visit. Meanwhile, while dreaming of sunshine and the streets of Turin, I looked out the window of the car at the dreary built up streets of north London. Harrow, to be precise. Big sigh!! It looked so much nicer from the air. And it's cold.
Anyway, the training...
Nobody told me it was going to snow!! I had to walk to the training centre, in my suit and heels, in the snow. With no hat!! My beautifully washed hair had a pile of snow on top of it by the time I got there. And I couldn't feel my toes. I usually don't mind the snow, but that's when I'm dressed for it. Anyway, if nothing else, it improved the look of Harrow! Everything always looks nicer when covered in snow flakes. We had to brave it again at lunchtime, tradition dictates that all new trainees are brought out to lunch. Jeez, I'd rather have been hungry and able to feel my toes...
So, the training...
Confession. We didn't do any training. We we're given a tour of the training centre/head office and were introduced to loads of people sitting at computer screens who's names I instantly forgot. The highlight of the day was the talk from the finance department who spent an hour demonstrating how to fill in an expense form! Now I know why I opted to work from home. I'm glad I don't have to work here permanently and I am looking forward to getting back to my cosy office.
I bought a hat on the way back to the hotel, so I'm ready for tomorrow's weather! No one would notice if I wore my cosy woolly socks...would they...?
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