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Saturday, April 01, 2017

Daniel's Return and Job Interview

As I've mentioned in the last couple of blog posts, we had Daniel home for a couple of days. We met him of the coach at the coachway on Thursday evening. After a six-hour journey from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne I think he was absolutely exhausted, not surprising as he does night shifts at a hotel in Newcastle.  I made spaghetti bolognaise for our evening meal and it was ready to eat when we got back from collecting Daniel. It was just as well we had the car back from the garage, suitably repaired and back on the road. If not, we'd have had to order a taxi to go there and back to collect him.  On Friday morning he had to go into Central Milton Keynes to buy himself a suit, black shoes, a shirt and tie for his interview. I took him in and then took him to the company for the interview in Bletchley, which was in one of the roads opposite to Asda and MK Stadium. Friday evening we ordered a Chinese through Just Eat, an on-line ordering service and it was delivered promptly. This morning (Saturday) we went shopping early in Sainsbury's, although it was cutting it a bit fine, to make sure we were back home and ready to take Daniel to the coach station to get the coach back to Newcastle which was due to leave at around 10.30. As usual we got to the coachway well before the time the coach was due to leave Milton Keynes. We sat and had lattes, watching the busses and coaches arriving and departing. As a people-watcher, a very good place to see passengers getting on and off the coaches and people, similar to us, meeting family and friends or seeing them off. Daniel's coach was a couple of minutes late. Amazing, with modern technology, how all information is relayed via digital screens. The coach arrived as scheduled and we went out to the gate it had come in to. We were surprised to see the driver and assistant doing breath-tests, presumably they have to do this in order to be able to drive and be sufficiently safe to drive a coach. As they aren't supposed to drive for more than two hours without a break, I imagine the assistant driver would  have to take over at some point on the journey, no doubt at a service area on the Motorway. It took some while for the passengers' luggage to be stowed within the luggage-area which was accessed in the side of the coach, and when all were on board, the coach left. We couldn't see Daniel inside the coach as the windows were made of that dark glass that is presumably to protect the passengers' eyes and cut out the glare of the sun, which wasn't shining at that particular moment. In fact, the weather had gone from sunny and pleasant to decidedly over-cast and it looked as if it was going to rain.

Having left Daniel to make the journey back to Newcastle, we drove home. As the day wore on the weather became more overcast and as I write this post it's a combination of sunny and overcast and there has been some rain. Let's hope the weather is at least fine for the next two weeks that Carol is on holiday so we can get out for a few outings.

As I write this Daniel has no idea what the result of his interview was. He seems to think it went well, but he may have to come back for a further interview in a  few week's time. Why couldn't the interviewers spend the entire day doing interviews and other tests and give the result at the end of the day? Just seems that some companies need to take too long over the selection process.

I had a further unpleasant experience when driving on Friday, when I took Daniel for his interview. As we turned into the road on the way to Bletchley, a large white van came up behind me, so close, intact, that it seemed to very nearly touch our car. Why can't people just be sensible and not drive so close? What is the idea? To make you drive faster, or to merely intimidate you into moving out of their way, so they can have the whole road to themselves?
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