could get lost in Melbourne during a lunch break away from work.
We've had extended lunch breaks all this week. A meeting turned into heated discussion earlier this week which left us with not-as-much-work-as-usual to do. I've had to catch up on last week's work, which meant me coming in an hour earlier every day this week anyway. But I'm getting off track. I've been going to St Kilda Beach everyday. I don't go there very often, and I still get overwhelmed by the feeling that I've just stepped into Mackay temporarily.
Today, however, was different.
When going to St Kilda Beach, I noticed something today that I hadn't noticed earlier in the week. There was another set of tram tracks coming from the direction of the city. Strange, since I thought my street at work was on the edge of the water. A building next to it had an olden-day sign saying TERMINI
, and I dismissed the 'street' that the tram seemed to be coming out of as a tram terminal.
I went and grabbed a coffee and a parcel I had to pick up at the post office, and headed back to work early. I got on the first tram towards the city, not-so-eagerly awaiting my early arrival back from lunch, but I already had a lot of work to do.
Then the tram turned into the TERMINI building. The building wasn't actually a terminal. I don't know what it was. But the tram went straight past it, and the buildings alongside the "road" disappeared, replaced by bushes with fences behind them, and eventually open grassy fields. I had never seen this area before, nor known that it existed. Now there were no roads, no streets, and the tram came to a stop only at what looked like a train station.
Now busting to go, I had to decide whether to go down to the street and wait for a taxi in the middle of godknowswhere, or wait for the tram to go back the way I was coming. I had, coincidentally, taken a pamphlet from the tram I was on which, coincidentally, had a map of the tram routes on it as well as the rest of the information I initially needed. I decided to wait for the next tram which was meant to arrive in five minutes. I could still get to work on time.
After seeing two taxis pass down at the road, fifteen minutes later the tram still didn't arrive. I eventually gave up and went down to grab the next taxi. I crossed the road, to be ready for a taxi that was willing to come either direction. As I did, the first wave of traffic started to surround me. As if on queue, the tram started to pull up. I waited for a quick lull in the traffic, ran across the road, ran back into the tram stop, across the tracks, and toward the tram doors.
The doors closed.
I kept running to the front door, but I couldn't make it - the tram was already starting to pull away, and the driver was obviously ignoring me in his side mirrors. Thankfully, I was oblivious to the tram coming up right behind it. I got in and got back to the road, then got out and got a taxi the rest of the way. I ran into the building, up to my floor to see my recent coach, my team leader and my manager right ouside the lift. She asked me how the training was this morning. I ran past with a quick "overwhelming" before heading straight into the toilets.
That was just my lunch break.
This morning Leah and I were called upstairs for training in the company's new system. This morning, as soon as she came in, and not long after I came in. It seemed normal, if somewhat impromptu, as I knew everyone had been going through some sort of training at some point recently. We went upstairs, and it turned out to be very vague training where the two training us obviously only really knew bits and pieces. Two techs were called in, one at a time, at one point where they got stuck. They explained it all, but it was incredibly hard to keep track.
We went back downstairs after two hours to keep working. Half an hour later, we went for our hour-and-a-half lunch break. I came back roughly an hour and three quarters later. Considering I was running late from the tram, I was still busting to go to the toilet.
I came back in from lunch to catch up on my work which was already behind, to find that we had to go into another meeting about fifteen minutes later. The news was that Leah and I were doing the morning training because we were going to be moving upstairs permanently (yeah, as permanent as anything is in that place) to look after the customers on the new clients and provide training materials for the rest of our team downstairs. Maybe even helping out the programmers make the design of the system more customer service-friendly.
A newbie's favourite word in IT: user-friendly.
We were a little bit stoked, and apparently so were the managers involved. Customer service will be increasingly short-staffed, but they'll cope as always. Leah's not real comfortable, but she's been in that situation before
, so she should be fine. Oh, the other catch? This starts monday. Monday as in after this weekend. As in four days, as in two working days. Apparently this kind of thing is not uncommon. And I thought having one week to move to Melbourne and get settled in wasn't much time.
Later we had another meeting upstairs with our new manager to explain the goings-on like it was a new job at a new company. The truth is, it will feel like it almost is. While I might be doing a margin of the same work, I'll be doing it with different people - people I've mostly only communicated with by email before. Deja vu, anyone?
To be honest, I'm glad the change happened when it did. There's the issue of my annual leave starting monday, but that's something everyone will have to deal with. A wedding to attend, people to see, and a plane to chase is exactly what I need after all this. I'm surprised at how much of my work I actually did manage to get done today considering everything else.
Tomorrow the rest of the staff on our level are going to be told about it. Should be interesting.I could lose everything for you.