A photo from Vegas, a 30's / 40's dress up party in edinburgh last weekend.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
15th February 2006
Well, another change of plans, I’ve just started at my new job, it’s a bit more businessy and corporate. They are spending £80m that’s close to $190m on retail improvements this year, so it’s a good place to be. Currently I’m out in Motherwell, a pish little town south of Glasgow. It takes me over an hour to get there on the train, but its semi scenic and I get to do stuff like write in my blog, as I’m doing now. They should have a flagship store in Edinburgh open soonish where I’ll be placed.
Well, Old Man has been and gone, we had a cool few days in Edinburgh and on Australia Day scattered Granddad’s ashes in Greenock, the Scottish town he emigrated from at the age of 13. We found a nice little spot on the hill overlooking the town and the River Clyde. We then headed down to the South West of England, where mum and dad spent about 10 years, and where Fraser and I were born, we had a descent tour of the villages they lived in, people they worked with, pubs they drank at the Cricket pitches dad played on. It was a nice piece of English country side.
The Tron is still going well, dad got to experience the wonders of £1 Pints, and I’m still enjoying the generally fun attitude of the of the staff, on the other hand I really hope they have picked a good team for the Edinburgh store. The Motherwell store I’m working in is dead boring, and over staffed and has a manager who when describing the training book explained “Now, the way you do this book will tell me what sort of person you are, you aren’t going to be one of those people who crosses things out and makes it messy will you? How about you write down the answers first then copy them into the book”. As he wasn’t in store yesterday I spent about 20 minutes finishing off Module Two, and was told not to do any more as he wants to sign off on each module before I go any further. So as you can imagine the remainder of the 8 hour shift absolutely thrilling.
Cheers
Will Cowan
Well, Old Man has been and gone, we had a cool few days in Edinburgh and on Australia Day scattered Granddad’s ashes in Greenock, the Scottish town he emigrated from at the age of 13. We found a nice little spot on the hill overlooking the town and the River Clyde. We then headed down to the South West of England, where mum and dad spent about 10 years, and where Fraser and I were born, we had a descent tour of the villages they lived in, people they worked with, pubs they drank at the Cricket pitches dad played on. It was a nice piece of English country side.
The Tron is still going well, dad got to experience the wonders of £1 Pints, and I’m still enjoying the generally fun attitude of the of the staff, on the other hand I really hope they have picked a good team for the Edinburgh store. The Motherwell store I’m working in is dead boring, and over staffed and has a manager who when describing the training book explained “Now, the way you do this book will tell me what sort of person you are, you aren’t going to be one of those people who crosses things out and makes it messy will you? How about you write down the answers first then copy them into the book”. As he wasn’t in store yesterday I spent about 20 minutes finishing off Module Two, and was told not to do any more as he wants to sign off on each module before I go any further. So as you can imagine the remainder of the 8 hour shift absolutely thrilling.
Cheers
Will Cowan
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