Yesterday at work my boss asked if I would be willing to work for three months at another unit within my NHS Trust. The unit, in a neighbouring town, is having some staffing difficulties.
It is some ten miles away and is served by frequent buses. It is just two stops on the railway, and I can walk or cycle at the other end.
If it were summer I would cycle all the way.
So that's easy then.
Er, actually no. The modern matron did not want me because I do not own a car.
Lucky she does not know who always arrives first at my regular place of work or she would look stupid.
* Update. A few days later one of our qualified nurses was an hour late for work as she could not remember where she had left her car keys.
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