The culmination of ten weeks training and loads of weeks for the agency to get its act together about arranging for assessments and shifts, but it was done and off I went, managing to get sopping wet on the way.
So, all the way there as I sat trapped on the Northern Line, I prayed : Please Lord, make it an easy day. Ease me into this. Don't give me anyone whose multiple, or a ritual abuse survivor, and preferrably no one in the midst of a flashback
And indeed, during my shift I got about 12 calls, during 10 of which someone hung up as soon as I picked up and did the introductory spiel of *Breaking Free, my name is Nina, how can I help*.
So that was totally fine. We have now established that I can deal with people who hang up with no trouble whatsoever :D And my toothing pains feel eased, I feel pretty relaxed and comfortable again and ready to deal with more challenging matters.
On the way back home, while waiting for the BUS I was attempting to allay my conscience by reading through Dental Public Health documents I was meant to have edited ages ago when I was approached by a little old man who'd been passing thta way.
*I never learned to do that!*he said to me, a trifle more proudly than I would have in the cirucumstances.
*I am seventy two years of age, and I never learned to do that! Read or write. My wife, she used to do all this for me. Now she's dead.*
He paused briefly and we contemplated the inconsiderate nature of his wife.
Then he brightened.
*Now, I just get my daughters to do it for me*. He seemed to be looking at me expectantly, so I said *very canny, sir* and he tottered off happily.
the straight white arrows on a blue background are signs to indicate *one-way only*, and the crossed red arrows are a stop sign
although this second one, is more technically a gypsyism