One by one, the management team began their sales pitch. Talk about expectation exceeding reality, the presentation was a load of rubbish. Falling victim to the complacency decent pay cheques bring, these men, perhaps once destined for more, have all but lost their fire. Not a hint of passion laid beneath their otherwise posh exterior.
I wasn’t doing much better myself by this point. The overnight adrenaline has all but waned and my body was crashing. Fast. Drifting in and out of micro sleeps, my head nodded off left and right like a bobble head ornament.
Is that dude looking at me? Why is he looking at me? He must know I’m falling asleep, shit.
In what seemed like an eternity, the clock crawl past 10:30. Morning tea break.
I excused myself and headed straight for the bathroom, avoiding eye contact along the way. Once there, I locked the door behind the furthermost cubicle against the back wall, set the timer for 20 minutes and shut my eyes…
*Some uneventful hours later
With the presentation over (finally), we got given hard hats and Hi Vis before being escorted onto the coaches for a guided tour of the facilities. This was followed by a ferry tour to check out the less accessible areas.
I don’t remember much about the tour itself, other than 1) it felt good to be out and about, soaking up Vitamin D and 2) bankers loved a good Instagram moment wearing Hi Vis.
My only other recollection was the ship captain’s Recaro seat. It fascinated me to no end. Recaro is a Stuttgart-based German company who specialises in the manufacture of racing bucket seats. I couldn’t get over the fact that they had a Recaro fitted to an old ferry. I remember taking shots of the Recaro and having a good banter with the captain while everyone else busied taking snaps of the facilities.
When the ferry tour was over, our coach was already waiting for us on the other end of the jetty. Peak hour traffic meant a slow hurl back to the office. Back to reality. I picked a quiet spot towards the rear of the bus and distanced myself from the chitchats. Turning to the window until my right cheek is gently pressed against the cold glass, I looked far into the horizon, the sun seemingly reluctant to set just yet.
Continue to Part 3.