Today was the day that marked my return to work...
I was up earlier than anticipated to a hungry Charlie demanding her Weetabix. Teri was up soon after with a hungry Phoenix demanding her breakfast. After Teri set off to do her part for underprivileged kids, I was left with the mammoth task of waking Heidi. Once supervision of the kids was assured I set off for 'work'.
An hour and 2 buses later I arrived at my destination, Captains Road Social Work Centre. The burd at reception informed me that they had stopped using the sign-in book
(something the letter said I must do)
Then she told me to have a seat.
9.15am came and went then at about 9.30am I spy out the window a Tipper van leaving the car-park; for a moment I panic, did I read the letter wrong? It did say reception didn't it? After reading it through again I know that it is their mistake and that the girl at the desk hasn't a clue what's going on. I give it another 15 minutes before wandering up to the poor lass with a blank look on my face letter in hand.
'This is the right place?' handing over the letter. She reads it through,
'Yes, hold on a minute and I'll call someone'
The guy in charge of community service shows up, the receptionist explains that I have been sitting there since well before 9.15am.
'They're away! there's nothing I can do now! Your meant to meet round the back.'
'Oh sorry, the letter says reception, it's my first day'
'It's alright, it's not your fault, I'll show you where we meet and you can sign in'
Ya Dancer!!! my plan had worked. I was present and had to be marked present but was allowed to go home.
And it would have been so if the leader of group - Joe, wasn't so laid back (fucking Aussies.) He actually came back for me 25 minutes after he had left. Joe introduced me to Dale, Gazza and Greg (the other criminals)
It was actually really enjoyable, we went to a workshop where we constructed trestle fences. Greg just sat drank tea and did nothing and said nothing which fostered resentment and gossip among my co-workers. I was just happy that sitting on your arse all day without getting breached was an option. Gazza thought that his quiet recluse behaviour
'made ye wunder wit he did...A ken they put beasts oan cumunity servis'
Dale agreed that it was troubling which gave me a giggle.
Everyone is a peedo, no one is safe...
4 comments:
No David this guy was a peedo!
When asked where he was from he said:
'Edinburgh'
That sealed it, he was just so secretive...I think Gazza has a 5th sense about these things.
Ok, Fair enough I can't argue with that!
Is this the Sun readers page?
No s with the Martin Nigel . Its around here somewhere .
Peter
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