Heppy burpday....
To Biro Jules.... have a good one, don't do anything I wouldn't.
So, what of this day? Well, it's an odd one! Went over to Lincoln for a course in how not to offend doris's, n*ggers and poofs.* Woooo Hoooo! Load up a bus with busy people in uniform, drive them over forty miles for a course, arrive. The trainer's standing in reception looking stressed... material hasn't turned up. Course can't run without it. So we sit there for three hours in comfy chairs and drink an incredible amount of coffee, waiting for this material to arrive by courier, safe in the knowledge that if it does, there isn't any point going back to the office in the meantime 'coz it'll mean just turning around and heading straight back the second we arrive to join in with the second class of the day. So we sit and we wait, we caffinate, it rhymes, hurrah, don't be late! I bump into a bloke I last worked with ten years ago, which was nice. Confirmation is received that the material won't be delivered today, so we pack up again and head back, pausing only to confirm that we aren't actually needed for anything as the training means we've got an embarrassment of riches staffwise. So, being very professional officers... we went to Blyton for excellent luxury ice cream intead, before returning to the fun factory and POE'ing**.
Certain amounts of housework, long over due have been dealt with. Plenty more to do. Not in til late tomorrow, so I shall crack on in the morning and get muchos stuff dealt with. No, honestly.
*OK, before you all report me to the thought police for that, bear in mind that is SATIRE! Gawd, this country....
**P*ssing off early
So, what of this day? Well, it's an odd one! Went over to Lincoln for a course in how not to offend doris's, n*ggers and poofs.* Woooo Hoooo! Load up a bus with busy people in uniform, drive them over forty miles for a course, arrive. The trainer's standing in reception looking stressed... material hasn't turned up. Course can't run without it. So we sit there for three hours in comfy chairs and drink an incredible amount of coffee, waiting for this material to arrive by courier, safe in the knowledge that if it does, there isn't any point going back to the office in the meantime 'coz it'll mean just turning around and heading straight back the second we arrive to join in with the second class of the day. So we sit and we wait, we caffinate, it rhymes, hurrah, don't be late! I bump into a bloke I last worked with ten years ago, which was nice. Confirmation is received that the material won't be delivered today, so we pack up again and head back, pausing only to confirm that we aren't actually needed for anything as the training means we've got an embarrassment of riches staffwise. So, being very professional officers... we went to Blyton for excellent luxury ice cream intead, before returning to the fun factory and POE'ing**.
Certain amounts of housework, long over due have been dealt with. Plenty more to do. Not in til late tomorrow, so I shall crack on in the morning and get muchos stuff dealt with. No, honestly.
*OK, before you all report me to the thought police for that, bear in mind that is SATIRE! Gawd, this country....
**P*ssing off early
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