This morning I was three minutes late and my 'mentor' wasn't pleased: "Good afternoon," he quipped. Afternoon, you kidding, it's 9:03?! "Yes, you keep us waiting and the hours just tick by." He then told me he got to work at 8 already, an hour before me. Not realising of course, that I got up at 5:45 to grab a train at 7:20, suffer a bit of delay and finally ran from the station to the office. "As you're not the only one coming in late, next week we'll start at 8.30, not 9." Nice. Due to works on the railway, there are no trains from Nijmegen going North for the next two weeks. So I should already leave an extra half hour earlier to grab a bus to the next town. Normally I should grab the 6:50 train, with the works I should target 6:20 but if I should start at 8:30, I need to grab a train or bus at 5:50. There are no earlier trains, which I think says something. Luckily I managed to explain this to him at the end of the day.

Hah. All day I didn't whine about it, but I'm glad I got a blog to get it out of my system belatedly heh heh. I promise the next entry won't be so puny.