It was a race for time from the moment I was given the assignment: to be at the school within one hour. Looking at the Journey it was palpably obvious that it was a tall order. But getting a job is like winning a lottery. I had to take it and run like a headless chicken, in a panic. I needed an over-ground train, then an underground, then change to another over-ground train, then take a bus journey and finally a walk to my destination.
For a start, the first over-ground train I got travelled at a snail’s speed; then there was a delay at one of the stations where I was making a change, then I mistakenly got off before my stop and had to start chasing my tail, doing a merry go round like the Israelites. By the time I arrived the school after 2hours in the race, I met a cold trail: ‘Ring your agency.’ The booking was called off- cancelled to my chagrin.
I paid a fortune to get there but now I was to go back home with nothing to show for it and also missed a day’s wages.
What happened next?