“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 Experience
I 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.
