Yesterday morning I realised that I'd been walking past the Joe Strummer Subway since I started the course.
It must have been his spirit that guided me then when, on Monday, I exploded with the trainer. Since I first went for the assessment at the end of July the organisation of the college had been farcical, culminating with the course itself. The contents of the course are actually quite good and they've been the only reason I didn't drop out after a couple of days. I've pretty much made up my mind that I will not be using it for the industry it's designed for. It seems to be a fairly closed shop and I've probably drawn a big black mark against my own name (translating in "do not employ") with my several outbursts since last week, with the high point on Monday afternoon. Quite honestly, even if they would still consider me for employment, I wouldn't work for people who, until I let rip on Monday, seemed to work on the assumption that it's ok to bully people, patronise them and use double standards, expecting us to be professional while being 1 1/2 hours (yes, that's *one and a half hours*) late themselves, saying, when I complained, that we had to show we were committed by toeing the line, while if they were late well, I quote: "that's life". To be fair, things have been much better since Monday and their attitude seems to have changed. However, I am not entirely sure that is not due to the fact that, after the head of the department had patronisingly told us "we're giving you this course for free", implying we should be grateful for their charity, I drew their attention to the fairly important point that, while it was true that we weren't paying for the course, that wasn't because they were giving their time for free, rather because they were getting several thousand pounds of *public funds* - per head - to train us.
A colleague on the course remarked, laughing, that I wouldn't last a day in the army. I replied that it was too right, and that's why I had applied to a college instead :)
Anyway, as I said the contents are pretty good, the skills are transferable and I'll be getting a nationally recognised qualification that will look good on my CV so, all in all, things are pretty good.
Tomorrow I'm taking a day off as I have a hospital appointment. My bone density scan is due. I'm going because I think that it's a good thing to have checked, but I have reasons to believe that the "early menopause" diagnosis I was given a few months ago was completely off the mark. Last December I stopped taking the pill, and since May my periods have been almost like clockwork, so I am inclined to think that the pill is what was causing the problem. Ironic, really, since I was prescribed it to deal with the problem to start with! I'm not sure whether to be slightly pissed off about that too, as while it's known that the pill interferes with your periods, I am not after all a medical professional so I can be forgiven for not pointing my finger at it straight away, but I am not impressed that the same doctors who were prescribing it to me (in other words: fully aware I was taking it), didn't even think about the possibility, before making a diagnosis.
Stopping the pill has brought back other problems but I think that on balance, I prefer these one to the ones I was having while on it.
Hope everyone's having a good week!