Spit and polish

I haven’t had a proper corporate job for thirty years.

So, I thought it was about time.

After somehow passing the psychometric tests and then the five hour psychological profiling I was offered a grown up job by a grown up company. I’ve been working with them on and off for a year or so which will help but I’d forgotten that heady mix of excitement and fear before the first day.

Shoes are polished and by the front door. Better remember to set the alarm.