Over the last few days it has been a bit busy as usual, following on from my Monster Molar removal on Tuesday, and back to College on Wednesday.
Thursday saw me arrive at Bristol Airport for 8am to do another of my jobs. As escort officer I work for myself on a kind of zero hours non-contract, freelance, gofer, whipping boy job. I really enjoy it as I get to catch up with chat amongst my old police colleagues (or those that don't see me first)! I catch up mainly though with a lot of the airport staff that I used to spend time ….…chatting to!
I get paid by different folk all the time but this time I was under the control of Doug in engineering. He had a couple of telecom engineers wanting to access a couple of areas for two days. - (Doug has the great skill of being simultaneously ambidextrous..i.e. he can operate his computer mouse with his right hand whilst writing on a pad with his left… saves loads of time I guess!
Anyhow my charges were not there till about 9.30 so I just sat with my coffee and iPad waiting.. (the meter was running from 8am so I was happy with that for a while)
On arrival my new best friends decided that as it was cold and wet they would work outside. Thanks. It was due to be sunny and warm later in the day and tomorrow so we would work in the basement in the new terminal then!
Anyhow my first dilemma was to get them access to the courtyard containing the rain (and the phone cabinet). I have not been in there much so struggled with my swipe card (which clears the electronic lock) and then the additional push-button door lock. I knew the code and I knew how to turn a handle…. However I could not master the skills of swiping my card and then pushing the buttons in the right order and turning the handle within the time the electronic lock was open. Time after time I looked a prat whilst playing with it. I got lucky a couple of times but we had to keep going in and out several times and it became obvious I had no idea or skill…. (I suspect they just wanted to keep going in and out just to watch me in 'prat' mode.)
Got it in the end and I now know exactly what to do..mind you with my memory next time it will be back to doing the 'prat' thing!
Well we (!) got the job sorted and moved onto the afternoon but I had a ticking clock myself. I had an appointment late in the afternoon for my driving job.
I had to kinda rush the engineers, as I needed to be in my car and away by 3,30pm. Managed to dash out on time and got to my appointment, got sorted and ready and …..it was cancelled. WHAT..!
At the last minute apparently. But hey, charge them a fee for the cancellation and go home to see Michelle. Good eh!
She was on night shift so didn't get to see too much of her but 'every little helps'.
I somehow forget about how bad the traffic is at 8.30 in the morning…everywhere. Anyhow this was me late getting to the airport and a little frantic. There was no panic but I really hate to be late for anything. However at 8.55 and 15 minutes short of my 9am meeting time I had a call. 'Sorry Glenn we got tied up in Bristol and won't be with you until 10.15'…phew 'no problem' says I. (Meter still running).
10.45 in the airport with the same new best friends from yesterday and this time into the Immigration office. I like it in here as I know a lot of them, they make great tea and coffee and have comfy chairs. It was a long day but I coped.
The great thing about this escorting job is that I also feel useful as I seem able to facilitate easy ways for people to get things done. I can often get the best route through the airport, contact the right people and take safe and legal short cuts to make life easier. I think the folks in the office like Doug like an escort to pitch up, get briefed and then get the job done without hassling him. I genuinely get satisfaction from this.
(You can see I don't do much but I do it well. Ha!)
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