The continued tedium of reform
So, it's Wednesday again (apparently - you do tend to lose track a bit). We have started to refer to things as day 1 of 7 (we don't get weekends, so why build our hopes up).
Glimers of hope in my working week? Well, Sunday was "minimal manning day" in the office. In theory it means we could have the first day off in 6 weeks (longer for some), to recharges the batteries. 0730 to 2230 minimum office time for that long grinds you down. However, relaity strikes. A particularly busy couple of days for my area of responsibility meant that I was called into the office. After a few choice expletives I dragged myself in for the morning. Harrumph. I extracted by lunch time and spent the afternoon with a few episodes of lost and a playstation 2...oh what a party we had!
Potentially entertainment of more a exciting nature is the forthcoming "Arabian Nights" dinner we are hosting. All of the head Honchos from the local security services (Army, Police, other random organisations) will come to feast on local style sheep (complete with head and eye balls - yummy). The bonds between our respective commands will be strengthened, blah, blah, blah. Personally a few hours surrounded by steaming ovine carcass and suspicious local power mongers could be slightly strenuous. Ah, all for Queen and country.
Well, something of infinite importance is dragging me away, so off I must be.
Glimers of hope in my working week? Well, Sunday was "minimal manning day" in the office. In theory it means we could have the first day off in 6 weeks (longer for some), to recharges the batteries. 0730 to 2230 minimum office time for that long grinds you down. However, relaity strikes. A particularly busy couple of days for my area of responsibility meant that I was called into the office. After a few choice expletives I dragged myself in for the morning. Harrumph. I extracted by lunch time and spent the afternoon with a few episodes of lost and a playstation 2...oh what a party we had!
Potentially entertainment of more a exciting nature is the forthcoming "Arabian Nights" dinner we are hosting. All of the head Honchos from the local security services (Army, Police, other random organisations) will come to feast on local style sheep (complete with head and eye balls - yummy). The bonds between our respective commands will be strengthened, blah, blah, blah. Personally a few hours surrounded by steaming ovine carcass and suspicious local power mongers could be slightly strenuous. Ah, all for Queen and country.
Well, something of infinite importance is dragging me away, so off I must be.
posted by Majorly Blogged at 10:17 PM
2 Comments:
You don't get weekends! That sucks particularly bad!
lips and arseholes... like alot of kebabshops.
Turns out we didnt get whole sheep, just bloomin great chunks.
No, no weekend, but I will get 5 hours off on sunday.......
I got to get out of office the other day. I can confirm that Sea Kings suck and Merlins rule. Its a helicopter thing.
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