First Job: Postscript

Generally, it was like driving down a motorway for two hundred miles and praying for the next Services. But now and again a field of poppies could be glimpsed.

One of these things, which I forgot to mention earlier, was my mysterious change of name while I worked at the office. Although I was clearly introduced as Kevin, one girl in particular insisted on calling me Hugh. I thought this was probably a cruel private joke (the life blood of many offices, it seems). But then one day the penny finally dropped.

She was a rather robust West Yorkshire girl with a pronounced, totally unmodified regional accent. Her designation of me as 'Hugh' was actually her rendering of the word...

"You!!!"

This confirmed my growing suspicion that I was terminally crap at the job.

Thank God for that!