Well, we’ve survived our first family holiday. A week in Camber Sands, Kent, in a caravan measuring 12’ x 36’. I say a week, but we arrived Tuesday morning and left late Thursday, but it was close enough.
The girls seemed to have a great time. We went to Port Lympne on Tuesday, which is a wild animal park / conservation centre (It’s sister zoo is Howletts, which is more popular). The park itself is huge, and must cover 2 or 3 square miles, most of it on bloody hills meaning we were all knackered after spending four hours there. As we had 2 under-4s, we didn’t have to pay for them to enter the park, so it only cost £40 to get in, which is the price of a family ticket. I thought it was extortionate at first, but we seemed to get more than our money’s worth, so it was well worth it. When we stopped for lunch at the cafe provided, we bought two main meals for myself and Mel, 2 kids meals and a bowl of chips for the young ‘uns to share. It cost almost £25 for that. Mental note: take your own packed lunch next time Dan!
We also managed a quick trip to Hastings, where I would have been quite happy visiting the historical places I was so bored with when I came as a teenager with my school, but obviously the kids would have nothing to do with that, so instead we went to a Marine centre, which was basically a small building filled with loads of different fish. This was far cheaper, costing less than £20 to get us all in. Unfortunately the place was so small, and even the most exotic fish begin to look the same as each other in the end, so we were in there just over half an hour.
I didn’t have time to get upset over the poor value of the place, as no sooner had I exited through the doors, it occurred to me that I had failed to put up a parking ticket when I parked the car, and glancing over at the car park, I could see a very prominent £30 ticket flapping in the breeze, securely attached beneath my windscreen wiper. Fuckers.
Any ideas I had of some holiday nookie were blown away by our son coming down with a bug on our first day there, which left him with a temperature the whole week, and Mel wouldn’t leave the poor sod alone, which meant we were crammed into the world’s smallest double bed, with a 9-month old wedged between us for good measure.
We’ve been back for over a day now, and it already feels like we went away months ago. I go back to work on Tuesday, which I am torn between looking forward to (as at it’s basic roots, I quite enjoy work) and hating the idea of being there due to the negativity that seems to engulf our office.
I applied for a job with another bank recently, and I have a phone interview coming up next week. They want me to go into details about my targets and how I’ve met or exceeded them recently. I need to work out how to handle that one, as I’m going for a job that was what I used to do – selling loans to people on my own and not worrying about anyone else. What I’ve been doing recently is running a team, where not only do the targets work out very differently, but they also mean that my individual results recently have been far off of the pace I’m normally at. Perhaps I’ll drag up my last six months of “individual” results and go through those, indicating that these figures are more accurate?
The other thing about the new role is that they want to reduce my wages by £2.5k. Their argument for this is that they will train me up with official financial qualifications (which I won’t get at my current company), and that when I have these, my basic will go up £5k and I’ll get to earn more commission. Although I can be quite down about what I do now, I am essentially second in command of our bank’s largest branch. Things are tough at the moment, but do I risk a career where I am by gambling on what the new job is offering and what I may be able to get out of it in the long run (ie, qualifications that should open more doors for me)