Ah, it's been a while my friends. I would apologise to you for my extended absence, but it was probably for the best. It turned into a bit of a frantic couple of weeks for me, I realised that I'd spent about 6 days in a row in the house, I hadn't emerged once - I'd even ended up getting the housemates to go to the shop for me. So I really had to think about sorting out, the rent is due and all. So, I had to spend a while scouring every last agency in town in order to be able to get a bit of food on the table and to keep that roof going on. So cue lots and lots of CV printing, waiting impatiently, computer testing, explanations of what I actually did in my last job (Which, to be honest I'm not entirely sure about myself), lots of footwork, an amount of bullying, and finally, an unspecified quantity of pleading. I found some work. Last week I spent a very dull and uninspiring week doing some data entry stuff for the prison service, it was brilliant. No hassles, I just did my job without having to really think about it, I went home and didn't have to think about the working day after and what fresh horrors it might bring.
That's not quite the case this week. I don't know how it happened, but it seems like I've been taken on by the filth. That's right, the Rozzers, the Fuzz. I'm doing the training to become a 999 call handler. I started today, and I have to say that I find it just a tiny bit intimidating. Not enough to put me off mind you, I'm really looking forward to doing it, but that many police in one small area can certainly make anyone a little on the paranoid side, especially when they're all staring at you because you're new. But I'm sure it'll pass. I did get a Police ID today, of which I'm childishly pleased with, although not as much as when I left work today and got a lift home with another newbie, I got into his car, then we heard the armed response team training. A lot of fully automatic gunfire, and then at the same time, the helicopter took off. We had to grin at each other when that happened, I was half expecting some bloke to be hanging off the skid of the helicopter!
I get a lot of time off too, which is good, because I've got the designs for some stuff that I'll actually be able to work on around my shifts.
But, another thing has turned up, which I'm not really best pleased about, well, I am in one way, but it means a whole lot of hassle and hard work from me, which is poo. It's one of those nasty family affairs, and a lot of very, very old skeletons have just come tumbling out of a closet. which means that some issues between certain members of my family will get at least bought into the open, but it also means that I'll have to do my thing of refereeing the whole affair, because it's going to be a big one that's going to upset a whole bunch of people. That should be fun..
But, the Brighton meet beckons, I'm looking forward to seeing you bunch of scurvy dogs!
Edited to add the one of the finest pieces of TV I've ever seen
I don't think I can quantify how good this show is.
That's not quite the case this week. I don't know how it happened, but it seems like I've been taken on by the filth. That's right, the Rozzers, the Fuzz. I'm doing the training to become a 999 call handler. I started today, and I have to say that I find it just a tiny bit intimidating. Not enough to put me off mind you, I'm really looking forward to doing it, but that many police in one small area can certainly make anyone a little on the paranoid side, especially when they're all staring at you because you're new. But I'm sure it'll pass. I did get a Police ID today, of which I'm childishly pleased with, although not as much as when I left work today and got a lift home with another newbie, I got into his car, then we heard the armed response team training. A lot of fully automatic gunfire, and then at the same time, the helicopter took off. We had to grin at each other when that happened, I was half expecting some bloke to be hanging off the skid of the helicopter!
I get a lot of time off too, which is good, because I've got the designs for some stuff that I'll actually be able to work on around my shifts.
But, another thing has turned up, which I'm not really best pleased about, well, I am in one way, but it means a whole lot of hassle and hard work from me, which is poo. It's one of those nasty family affairs, and a lot of very, very old skeletons have just come tumbling out of a closet. which means that some issues between certain members of my family will get at least bought into the open, but it also means that I'll have to do my thing of refereeing the whole affair, because it's going to be a big one that's going to upset a whole bunch of people. That should be fun..
But, the Brighton meet beckons, I'm looking forward to seeing you bunch of scurvy dogs!
Edited to add the one of the finest pieces of TV I've ever seen
I don't think I can quantify how good this show is.
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btiddles:
hehehehehe.
dixy:
ahh hello squire!! how be's you? you were great at the weekend! really good fun! i told my fianc that we were to be married due to our overwhelming love of all things mighty boosh!!