The new job contract

As I zoomed through the streets, in our revitalised ford festiva, chasing the bus I was sure still had my new job contract in a bag under the seat three back on the right hand side, I thought about how embarrassing it would be to ring my future employer’s HR girl and say how I’d hopped off the bus without my contract and could she please print out a new one for me.

It was good to be zooming and not bunny-hopping though the streets.  But, god, how embarrassing to lose my contract only six hours after I’d picked it up!

Ten minutes later I made it to the end of the bus route and flew into a car-space across the road from the bus stop, parked and locked the car, but not the keys in the car, then I ran across the road to the only bus left.  A bus that looked nothing like the bus I caught home.  But I knocked on the door and the bus driver opened it and confirmed his wasn’t the bus I wanted and after some discussion of depots and office hours we came to the conclusion that I would have to wait until the morning to get my new employment contract back.

So, I zoomed home, alternately convincing myself how no-one would want my employment contract, and cursing myself for putting it in a David Jones Bag, making the contents look like they might be more expensive and attractive than they really could be to anyone else.  Tomorrow morning my contract would either be in the lost and found at the bus depot or in someone’s trash bag after they found out it wasn’t a new dress or something.  ”Oh god, I’m going to have to ring up the HR girl in the morning and ask her to print out a new contract.” 

Then I got home and collapsed on the couch, and while I waited for Eddie to cook our lamb chops, I remembered that when I finished work and walked to the lift this afternoon I wasn’t carrying the David Jones bag with the contract in it, it was still on my desk at work!

By the way, I have a new job starting in a month, and I’m still a law librarian.