Shell shock...

I didn't get chance to post this blog yesterday, as I got asked to attend a meeting with my immediate supervisor and line manager. I thought that I was for the high jump about my blogging activities, but nothing could have been further from the truth!

It transpires that I'm to be given an additional field of responsibility within the department - earthmover tyres! As I've said in the past, all I know about them is the fact that they are big and expensive, and the machine tends to be yellow.

But, as my line manager admitted, when he knew that one of the earthmover specialists was leaving, he knew that as I'm such a petrol head, I would relish the chance to get my fangs into the role.

Damned right. Car tyres I can talk about 'till the cows come home, but it guess it's a legacy of my upbringing. I mean, I was brought up with cars, motorbikes, tractors and aircraft. So I guess that the next logical step is for me to start on the earthmover stuff.

Thankfully, I'm not getting slung in at the deep end (with the concrete waders!) As I'm going to be trained up on all the various requirements, and will hopefully be set loose before the start of the race season. Guess I'd better explain that bit....

There's also the chance for me to get the training that I would have cheerfully sold the appetite on legs to get - the motorsport side! The only downside is that I won't be let loose on the real stuff that I want to work with - the Formula 1 stuff!

I guess I'll have to start small, and see if I can get to that goal. But, at least I'll learn something about bike tyres, so I can talk to my best mate on a more technical level than I can at the moment.

Sure, I can talk about the general set up of a bike, but as I'm not a rider (yet - something else to aim for - and something else that Mum would skin me for if she knew what I was up to!) I can't comment on the handling of a bike running xyz tyres.

However, I'm going to keep that as an additional goal - at the moment, my main priority (aside from making sure that Mum's ok, and sorting out the reminents of Dad's estate) is getting to grips with the earthmover stuff.

Time to call it quits - got places to go, and people to annoy...

Back later.

Karen.

Do spiders scream when they see a big fat hairy human in the bath?