My first week at Portsmouth Water

It’s the weekend AND a Bank holiday!!

Hallelujah!

It feels good to feel excited by such things again — after 4 weeks (really 5 months) they’d kind’a lost their fire and meaning but now I can look forward to them — I’ve always loved me a good weekend.

Let me just start by saying, I never thought there was so much to water! It turns out, water doesn’t just simply fall from the sky and then from the tap, it’s quite a complicated affair with different sized pipes and a myriad of treatment works, reservoirs, boreholes, and all sorts — I really don’t know much more, the whole week has been a little ‘information overload’.

I’ve learnt that dowsers work — they actually work — and that all new properties after 2005 are metered.

I don’t dread going to work and I don’t clock-watch for my hour home, and barring the slight excitement on Tuesday morning (my phone alarms were on silent) I’ve woken better than expected and have always caught the right train.

I’ve rediscovered my dislike for lanyards — I just don’t like things like that around my neck, especially so itchy — I’m currently hanging mine from my belt.

And all the people I’ve met so far have been really nice — so nice I’m not used to it — although I don’t yet remember all of their names (I’m no good with names). They’ve been really welcoming, friendly, and helpful, and I’ve never laughed so much in work for quiet some time!

I even got paid yesterday — I didn’t expect that.

It seems, my only problem at the moment is clothing — for 5 years I’d worn a uniform and now I have to dress myself, and I don’t have any choice — but if that’s my biggest problem…

I think I’m going to like it.

Tomos James