Third day at work proper, and already a small dislike of the manager is forming. After finishing all my work for the day five minutes before the end of my shift and logging out, the guy ups and tells me that in the future I should sit like a dick in the breeze until 17:00 exactly before even beginning to log out and get my **** together.
The funny thing is that he's not even my manager! I'm working for the sister company of the one that he works for and all the people that I have to answer to, live in Manchester and Wolverhampton. And the funny thing is that my line manager AND MD told me last week that as long as we get enough work done, myself and the girl that works with me can leave up to an hour before we're contracted to, so long as we don't take the piss.
It's a small thing, and my boss did ask me to try and build more bridges between our companies, but it's bugged me that he might start trying to treat me like one of his subordinates.
In other news, my quite hot female co-apprentice told me how much she loves freaky, flat out tell me that she's straight and describe how she knows this, and had the other people in the office make bets on whether I'll get beaten to death or married to aforementioned co-apprentice and how long it'll take.
So all in all, it's been a good day with a single sour note at the end that jarred the me out of my groove.