A mixed day

I've just got back from my first day at T5, and my whole body is absolutely knackered. I've been on my feet the whole day apart from about half an hour. And just for good measure, I have to get up at 4.30am tomorrow.

As I was walking to the tube station in the morning, I passed a dead hedgehog which was lying in the middle of the road. As I crossed, I went over and looked at the poor thing, and it barely looked damaged. It was just lying there, its little legs all stretched out, but nothing looking broken or out of place. However, it was obviously dead, and I walked on. I couldn't get it out of my head though, and about thirty metres further on I turned back and looked at the little ball lying there. For some reason, I felt absolutely terrible and kind of felt a lump in my throat. I had some feeling that there was something I should be doing, but wasn't doing it. I wondered if I should move it to the side of the road so that cars didn't pulverise it, but then I imagined all the schoolkids kicking it off the kerb and jumping on it and God knows what. I did nothing, and for the whole train journey I felt incredibly guilty.

The first half of the day at work was shit. We had a tour of the terminal which went on for far, far too long. It was SO boring, and people kept saying to me, 'James, you look bored out of your mind' or 'this is so interesting, isn't it James' (when they were actually interested). The food services in the terminal are shocking, and all I ended up eating was 5 donuts, that's for the whole day. A single glass of lemonade from a bar had to do to keep me hydrated, and now I have a splitting headache probably due to the fact that there's barely any moisture left in my body.

So, when we returned for our brief at the start of the afternoon session, I was barely listening to what was said. I was 100% de-motivated and entirely convinced that I'd finally realised this job wasn't for me. At one o'clock, I was more or less totally expecting to NOT be in tomorrow. My thoughts returned to the hedgehog, and I was thinking of doing some voluntary work for the RSPCA. That way I would still be doing something even if I had no income, and it would at least be making me feel good about myself.

It's fortunate that I stuck out the rest of the day. We shadowed some staff around the terminal, and I was lucky to bag myself a place at the First Class hosting desk with two smoking hot girls who had only started a couple of weeks ago. In this instance, all 'hosting' meant was asking any passengers approaching the First Class check-in area if they were travelling in First or if they had a BA Gold Card, and then waving them on when they said yes. These passengers only arrived about once every fifteen minutes, so the rest of the time was just chatting with these babes. I'm aware that this is a very unrealistic impression what life in the terminal is going to be like, but it did very nicely for today! One of the girls agreed to let me shadow her for tomorrow, so hopefully that should dampen the drag a bit (cue a post tomorrow about how shit work was and that the girl I worked with was a total bitch....)

So, I have at least one more day at BA in me.

Off the subject of work, I got rid of the little verification thing that you had to fill out in order to leave a comment (thanks TalkBet for suggesting that).

Jesus, it's nearly half six and I have to be up in ten hours. Aaaaargh

Ok folks, thanks for reading.

I still feel awful about that hedgehog.