Kudos
Positive kudos to HairymanP yesterday who for his birthday didn't bring in the usual cream cakes and duffnuts, but rather a gigantic pile of pork pies, cheese slices and ham slices with a flapjack here and there. PiepiepiepiePIE !!! Good one ! And thanks to him I now know where there's a pub that's selling good Sam Smiths for £1.27 a pint within bus distance. Yay!
Not so positive kudos for our teams Meldrew (yup, grumpier than me) who wandered down to a team of very hungry unbreakfasted officers at stupid o'clock this morning and talked long and boring about the bad bacon sandwich he'd had at Leicester Services. Had to be told VERY loudly to shut up, before I killed him and grilled his shoulders over a blazing lorry driver for brunch. "Man, will you STOP talking about bacon sandwiches unless you want to go and buy them for us!!!!". Grrrr. A funny week, settling into the new team and I have to say I greatly prefer it to my old - nothing personal, old team guys. More my kind of people, older officers, and no clique. God, I hate cliques. The downside was, working with Fruit this week; a nice but funny lass and unfortunately able to flip my switch quicker than anyone else; I have a hair-trigger reaction to when I believe people are patronising me; and she does it without trying. The sad thing is, I know she's actually not and she doesn't mean to offend; in fact she'd be hurt if she knew she was doing it. Just the way she comes over. So I keep a grip on the old temper, and we'll sort it out eventually. These rough corners normally get rubbed off. I'm on great terms nowadays with Clog - but there were days when she first started that I couldn't bring myself to even talk to her for fear of biting her head off. But back to this week, hell, I don't want to be radical but it almost seems I'm ENJOYING work. That's just mad. That doesn't happen. And I seem to be getting back into better condition again, even without the gym; the old tone seems to be returning to the shoulders and arms again. Seem to be bouncing more at work. Getting a bit of backpain from carrying the beltpack all the time, but I'm not sure it's back rather than muscular working ache. Not a bad thing maybe. And I've actually been paid compliments on my build again. That's nice.
Pretty convinced though that the chest business is work environment related. One of the lasses I know who's off on a travelling team came back this week and was instantly complaining about bad throat, tight chest... as were half her team. And still the quack prods and pokes at my heart, coz the Fat Nazi's have got his ear and his budget. "Nobody's naturally big"... no mate? Measured my shoulders? Is THAT fat? Bottom line is, I'm built for stopping trucks, without a car. Go and straighten your bloody perm out.
Great things about living on your own without a doris to call your own number 1,015. Garlic sausages can be eaten at any time of the day or night without complaint. Been shopping at Lidl, I've not gone pikey folks, but I'm told they have some different stuff in there and indeed they do. Local branch don't do the Appelkorn clone I was after, so I'm going to check out the other German budget shops, but there's some different stuff in there alright. So my fridge is now groaning under the weight of stinky meat, more so even than my pants drawer, and I've bought a very dodgy bottle of Plum schnappes. Probably revolting lol.
Oh, and finally for this moment... it's nice to be missed. Got a text from a friend in the west of the country wanting to know if I was alive and alright 'coz I hadn't been posting on here for a good while. Hello, hello where ever you are, certain reader. Not dead, just busy. Look after yourself, be safe, get in touch.
TTFN all !
Not so positive kudos for our teams Meldrew (yup, grumpier than me) who wandered down to a team of very hungry unbreakfasted officers at stupid o'clock this morning and talked long and boring about the bad bacon sandwich he'd had at Leicester Services. Had to be told VERY loudly to shut up, before I killed him and grilled his shoulders over a blazing lorry driver for brunch. "Man, will you STOP talking about bacon sandwiches unless you want to go and buy them for us!!!!". Grrrr. A funny week, settling into the new team and I have to say I greatly prefer it to my old - nothing personal, old team guys. More my kind of people, older officers, and no clique. God, I hate cliques. The downside was, working with Fruit this week; a nice but funny lass and unfortunately able to flip my switch quicker than anyone else; I have a hair-trigger reaction to when I believe people are patronising me; and she does it without trying. The sad thing is, I know she's actually not and she doesn't mean to offend; in fact she'd be hurt if she knew she was doing it. Just the way she comes over. So I keep a grip on the old temper, and we'll sort it out eventually. These rough corners normally get rubbed off. I'm on great terms nowadays with Clog - but there were days when she first started that I couldn't bring myself to even talk to her for fear of biting her head off. But back to this week, hell, I don't want to be radical but it almost seems I'm ENJOYING work. That's just mad. That doesn't happen. And I seem to be getting back into better condition again, even without the gym; the old tone seems to be returning to the shoulders and arms again. Seem to be bouncing more at work. Getting a bit of backpain from carrying the beltpack all the time, but I'm not sure it's back rather than muscular working ache. Not a bad thing maybe. And I've actually been paid compliments on my build again. That's nice.
Pretty convinced though that the chest business is work environment related. One of the lasses I know who's off on a travelling team came back this week and was instantly complaining about bad throat, tight chest... as were half her team. And still the quack prods and pokes at my heart, coz the Fat Nazi's have got his ear and his budget. "Nobody's naturally big"... no mate? Measured my shoulders? Is THAT fat? Bottom line is, I'm built for stopping trucks, without a car. Go and straighten your bloody perm out.
Great things about living on your own without a doris to call your own number 1,015. Garlic sausages can be eaten at any time of the day or night without complaint. Been shopping at Lidl, I've not gone pikey folks, but I'm told they have some different stuff in there and indeed they do. Local branch don't do the Appelkorn clone I was after, so I'm going to check out the other German budget shops, but there's some different stuff in there alright. So my fridge is now groaning under the weight of stinky meat, more so even than my pants drawer, and I've bought a very dodgy bottle of Plum schnappes. Probably revolting lol.
Oh, and finally for this moment... it's nice to be missed. Got a text from a friend in the west of the country wanting to know if I was alive and alright 'coz I hadn't been posting on here for a good while. Hello, hello where ever you are, certain reader. Not dead, just busy. Look after yourself, be safe, get in touch.
TTFN all !
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