So another day another dollar, will that phrase ever get old? Today my dollars are getting made in our Windsor store, which means over an hours train journey there and back.
I used to do a lot of covering in other branches, it was great sussing out other stores (seeing how badly they were run) meeting lots of new staff and getting a greater idea of all things 'Kew'. So its ironic that I should be spending my last week re-bonding with train timetables and covering another store.
Train stations are an absolute bugger at times and if I know they are my mode of transport the following day I can become a PMS driven woman. But when your sitting on the platform, sipping a coffee that isn't from Starbucks and watching the business world wake up all that Public Transport hatred vanishes.
That's not to say that I willingly got up an hour earlier, willingly burnt my mouth on my imposter coffee or willingly chose to spend 30 minutes (only 5 mins left now!) freezing at Weybridge station.
But that's not the biggest worry, not by a long shot. I'm currently sitting on a train waiting for it to leave and whisk me off to castle central, but this is the woman who left Gloucester at 7am one Sunday morning (to be in work for 11am) and ended up in Cardiff. Not only can I not cook, but my navigational skills also have a tendency to be non-existent: my negative dating credentials have just doubled!
But maybe that's half the fun of it, being paid to unintentionally tour the UK on British Rail. The sign outside my window currently still says Weybridge, but give it half an hour and who knows what station we'll pull into!
