This morning was the start of my thrid day at my new job. Check out the website (it's gone) I'll be teaching people how to take orders from customers that visited our website or read our catalogue and want to spend some money by phone. Believe it or not, selling clothes by phone is a bit hit in The Netherlands, France and Belgium. In the very near future the UK market is gonna fall and that's where I come in. I'll be the teacher for the English (and Dutch) part of the call centres.

My third day at my new job ... training starting at nine a.m. I'm all stressed and ready to go this morning, but I forgot about trainconductors that don't have anything to say at home and go use their power and force an innocent motivated girl to miss the train. I swear if I'd had a knife, I'd be in jail right now. The exercise I got this morning excelled the running contest by far: I bike to the trainstation and when I get there see that the train's already waiting on the platform. I run, make it to the platform and the conductor closes the doors just as I get there. He simply says - while standing in the only open door left - "You're too late, you can't get on". My reaction - survival instinct / all I see is the trainingroom and me waiting on the tram in Tourcoing because I'm one hour late - I jump on the train and try to pass the conductor, I even grab his jacket. For a moment I think "Yes, I'm on", but then he pushes me off back on the platform! I finished by shouting "You are leaving too early, I will be late for work!" but he showed no mercy and I saw the train and the conductor leave right in front of me. Le con!
Am I ready for this new job or what?

Public transport, I love it. You can read a book while you're being driven to your destination. A poor man's car-and-chauffeur package. But I hate it when I have no impact on my timetable. Trains should wait for me! In fact, I àm the train. I'm the one that goes fast. No one ever has to wander around on a platform and wait more than 40 minutes before I show up. For Christ's sake. So, I'm sorry to say Belgium won't make the Kyotonorm this fall, because commuting between Belgium and the North of France is hell and this working girl's just bought a car.