As I lay there in my bed, thoughts fly through my head. Was that letter a joke? Had one of my friends sent it to me for a laugh or to mess me about? How can it be one of my “friends”, I don’t have any. Nevertheless, although I thought the letter was a prank, it was signed, sealed, stamped and sent. I will be arriving at Bukhari Solicitors ; Co. Ltd on this Monday coming, at 09:00am.
I felt scared, and suddenly felt the weather change after thinking of the people who worked at the solicitors, and if they would welcome me positively. I stood there, cold, wet and shivering.I looked up at the water stained, hand carved, oak front door, my stomach gave a back flip, and however, I walked towards the door, turned the shiny brass knob and walked in. As I walked in through the sunlit oak panelling hall way, I suddenly got a big whiff of polish. I saw shiny gold picture frames, a logo representing Bukhari Solicitors, just above the door opposite me, tidy piles of paper and files were stacked on top of each other almost ready to tumble. I walked onwards towards a door with a shiny golden plaque on it which read “Reception”, I knocked..
.”Enter”, the voice sounded cold and shrilly. I walked inside and there sat a tall, bow old man, his beard tied up in a red bobble, he surveyed me with his half moon spectacles and said “Sit down please”.
“Mr Stansfield is it? “Yes” I replied. I sat there for at least an hour, twitching my fingers and glancing at the clock, (which I thought was ticking in milliseconds, not seconds) wondering or rather waiting for this little interview to end. Whilst I was sat there, Mr Bukhari would fire questions at me like such as “Are you good at typing? “Can you write neatly? “What set are you in for English?I wasn’t expecting Mr Bukhari to ask me all of these questions; however, I did my best to answer them all. The whole day wasn’t so bad; I was just slaving over all the staff that needed jobs like: Photocopying, faxing, mailing and writing letters via computer, for clients.
I was just about to leave the building to go home from a long, tiring day when one of the staff that I had helped out a lot, called me back. Here stood a short man with no neck and wearing thick jam jar glasses. “Well done Adam, today you have had a great day, thank you for all your help and let’s hope we can continue like this”.I turned and strode away down the street with a smile on my face, thinking “This day wasn’t so bad after all. I was a week into my work experience now, the pressure was immense. I had staff shouting jobs at me left, right and centre and I also had to talk to a client which was a particularly frightening experience.
I didn’t know these clients personally which made it hard for me to react when they were asking me questions about appointments and other members of staff. Trough the week I was progressing, and learning more skills around the office. I was a lot more confident when talking to clients and staff.I was able to have conversations with staff and clients, even about interests. I thought the first week went good.
I was worries about what they would think of me and how good was my first impression? I arrived for the second week smartly clothed, well equipped and eager to start. There I was on a bright day, the sun belting down, and reflecting off the passing cars and windows. There was a slight breeze which made my air swish all over my face, however, I felt like nothing could spoil my day. The day didn’t go bad at all.
On the other hand, I was enduring more looks today. (I think because of my hair. ) Concluding My Work ExperienceI must admit, my work experience was very scary to begin with.
I was going to be entering an important public work place and not know anyone; however, as I progressed through the remainder of the two weeks, I discovered that it was a lot easier to talk with other members of staff and clients. I also found the jobs that were given out to me, a lot easier to. The two weeks working there was not a waste of time, it was all very beneficial. The day came when it was time for me to part, and say goodbye. I got a warm goodbye from everybody.
I shook hands with Mr Bukhari himself and received a thank you card and a box of chocolates.(Which I was very grateful for). After saying all my goodbyes, I left the Solicitors with a smile on my face and feeling very proud! I was just crossing the road, when I saw one of my school friends called Amir. I went over to talk to him for a while, anyway, he said that he had had a great time at his work experience, “Where did you work? “Bukhari Solicitors” he replied. My heart skipped a beat! How could I have been so stupid, there I was worrying about work experience, when Amir had worked at the same place? If only I knew he worked there, it all would have been so much more uncomplicated and tranquil.