I got a 'phone call today from the lady who is going to be my immediate line manager.
She asked how I was and how long was it going to be before they saw me?
I couldn't say.
I had received nothing from the hospital to tell me when, or if I was starting.
She told me she hadn't heard anything untoward and had been labouring under the assumption that I was successful and had a provisional starting date of the 1st February.
Okaaaaay...um, that being the case, would it not be a good idea for me to visit the office, meet everybody and do a bit of basic orientation...
Nope. Plenty of time for that when I'm given a starting date. Chillax and they'll see me when they see me.
Okay. I'll see you then, then.
We rang off politely.
Did a fully grown adult just tell me to chillax?
I wish I could.