A Black Countryman in exile.
It’s been a while.
As trailed in previous blog entries I have now started my new job as a bid manager.
To say this is a challenging time and one of some significant change is perhaps an understatement:
- I am living away from home Mon-Fri.
- I have started a job in an organisation that employs 20,000+ in the UK; rather than being self-employed.
- The bids I am managing are in an industry I have relatively little prior experience in.
So…new job, new(ish) profession, new industry sector and new temporary home are quite enough to be going along with.
I am working in Sutton, South London and living in Epsom, Surrey. Having been at work and in that area for three weeks now I can certainly say that it is a long way from the West Midlands, geographically and culturally. I will say more about the work challenges and my observations on the minutiae of the Monday-Friday career ‘tourist’ life in future blog entries.
All I will say on that score is the sign on the front of a bus in Ewell Village on Thursday night read ’I am awfully sorry but I am out of service.’ You don’t get that in Dudley!
Early days. Being away from the family is a wrench. My first bid went in without alarm this week and I am learning a lot which will stand me in good stead in the future I am sure.
My cooking is going okay. My running seems a lot easier down South than up here.
Anyway the 4.45 a.m. alarm beckons tomorrow. Good night.
