Escaping Booker

A couple of months ago, I wrote about my worst job ever

I didn’t tell you how I got out of it, though.

It was perhaps the first time that I realised the benefit of keeping in touch with people. Because I didn’t have to work at weekends, I would occasionally pop into Oddbins on a Saturday to see the people I used to work with. In fact, I remained so friendly with them that Helen and I were even invited to Graeme’s Super Bowl party along with the rest of his staff and their spouses.

After enduring a few weeks of Booker, I received a call out of the blue from Graeme. He wondered if I would be interested in going back to Oddbins, to work at the other Mancheser branch?

At the time, I was working in a job I hated, in a town I hated, and having to travel there by train because my car had blown up. On the other hand, coming back to Oddbins would mean not having the managerial role that Booker were training me for, and working for a manager, Hal Whyman, who already had a reputation among local Oddbins staff as a bit of a martinet. It was a no-brainer. The next day I threw a sickie and went to see Hal.

It was one of the stranger interviews I have ever had, probably because it involved one of the stranger people I have ever met. As I recall it, I wasn’t actually asked anything about wine or my time working for Graeme at all. Instead, we had a conversation in which I discovered that he knew nothing about sport or music – in fact, pretty much all of his background and nothing of mine at all. Then he asked when I could start work. In total, the whole thing took less than fifteen minutes.

After which I went home and wrote my letter, resigning from Booker. It was a good day.

About Richard

Just your less-than-average married father of one
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