Hello Dear Readers!
Well the last week has been eventful. For a starter a first and indeed a
second interview have taken place at the previously mentioned purveyor of
soft furnishings. The first of these went well, as evidenced by the resulting
second. As to that, well a phone call that should take place before the end of
the week will be the final word on how it went, until then I'm entirely unsure.
In my somewhat limited experience of these things, one can leave interviews with
a definite feeling of the impression you've made whether that be good or bad
but in this case I just don't know. It probably doesn't help that the interview
was completely different from what I was expecting. From the phone call
inviting me to come back I had come to the conclusion that it would be a
behavioural style interview with questions asking about times I had done/shown
X (X being the desired behaviour or competency).In reality it was a much more
informal affair and I'm actually struggling to think of more than about three
questions I was actually asked. So having left the premises all I could wonder
is if I had done enough. This has led to much worrying and I know that until I
hear I'll be watching the phone like a hawk. It might sound dramatic but I feel like some
kind of expectant father.
So, what else? Well as you might possibly infer from the title of the post,
the last week has also included a lovely family day out to the zoo, Chester Zoo
to be exact. It's not a place I've been before but it is one I'd love to revisit.
We rocked up with yours truly, the long suffering Mrs Seated Perspective, my 15
year old step-daughter and my lovely mother-in-law who usually gets around
quite well with the use of sticks (and those only thanks to a botched knee
replacement). Chester zoo being one of the largest in the UK however the
decision was made to rent her a wheelchair for the day, meaning we would
have not one but two sets of wheels to consider.
We had tried to rent a mobility scooter but apparently those dry up pretty
fast, meaning we were left with a large, cumbersome chair that could probably
have seated a family of five in relevant comfort. Honestly this thing was as
broad as my chair is long! On the plus side, and as one might expect given the
wheelchair rental facilities, the Zoo itself was impressively wheelchair
friendly. Doors were large enough and not too heavy, accessible toilets were
available at regular intervals and really the only downside were a couple
of steep rises, one of which was a bridge over animal enclosures. They even had
a lift up to the Orang-utan house. As this was one creature I had particularly
wanted to see (Blame the late great Terry Pratchett.) that definitely got a big
tick from me.
There was one nagging note of frustration however, although not one the Zoo
itself could really prevent. The people! On more than one occasion I found
myself viewing the lesser spotted back of someone's kids rather than the
decidedly more majestic creature I had come to see. In fact it was a pattern
that repeated itself through the day, unruly kids and thoughtless adults
pushing to the front blocking myself and my Mother-n-law from nature’s endless
majesty. I may have caught an apology once but then it could well have been my frustrated
imagination or possibly a baboon. Still we didn’t let it spoil the day and
overall I would certainly recommend it as a day out for the seated and non-seated
alike.
Oh, and before I go, there is one other reason for the post title. This has
also been the week in which I introduced the step-daughter to Ferris Bueller's
Day Off one of my all-time favourite films and the source of the very quotey
title, her opinion? Epic. I think that means good.
Until next time...
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