A week in the life
Quick update before I get out of bed and go get some breakfast.
I have, for the last week been doing manual work for an agency as they couldn't get me into something more genteel and more suited to me skill set quickly. I've been down at St. Mary's hospital which is closing down, we have been sorting furniture so basically I've been lifting and carrying bedside cabinets, desks and assorted bits of medical equipment on and off of lorries all day for five days. Not the sort of thing I'm really built for but it pays none the less. To be honest I really don't like it, the working environment and people with whom I'm working are so far outside my comfort zone that it puts me off going in even though the work isn't actually to terrible. But as I said, it pays.
Yesterday, in one room of the warehouse appeared the first ever x-ray equipment I used, where I learnt my most basic techniques. I knew it was being decommissioned but I had no idea it would end up with us, I checked it over and it was definitely the same machine it was held together with duct tape where my lecturer pulled one of the handles off while demonstrating how to move the equipment safely. As I was looking wistfully at it one of the chavs salt of the earth working class chaps I'm there with came over and started poking it, asking what it was so I told him what it did and just as he poked the tube head said "that's the bit which produces the radiation" I've never seen someone jump so far from a bit of scrap. Little things keep me amused.
The main problem with this job is the need to wear safety boots, I have plenty of very comfortable boots but none which are proper safely ones or that I wanted to get wrecked working in so I bought some cheap ones which would conform to their requirements but the trouble is they rub, even through two pairs of sock they rub. Everywhere. After five days on the job I have what amounts to open sores around my feet and on the bottom too, making it hard even to walk to the sofa as it sends shooting pain up the nerves of my leg, I tea-leafed some dressings from the junk we were taking to the tip so I might bandage my foot on Monday, to see if that's any better.
I'm only looking one week ahead there at the moment as The Din is coming to visit for Industrial Fallout next weekend, which is pretty much the only though keeping me going as I'm lifting filing cabinets heavier than I am off the backs of lorries. It'll be so nice to have her here again, hopefully with less cat related allergies this time. Also after Nightshift last week I'm looking forward to going out dancing again, I know I dance like to loon sometimes but it's the best way to replicate the drunken dancing feeling while sober. Dancing, I find is very much like sex, fun, until you wake up the next morning bruised and sore you get out of it what you put in, I've given up the Slimelight punchy dance for exactly that reason.
In other news, Griggs Senior is out of hospital and seems much better than he was before hand too. While no one's expecting vast improvement he's better than he has been in a long time so things might finally be starting to look up.
I have decided not to resit the exams from after the accident, I passed them (by a hairs breadth is some cases, but passed them none the less) and the actual mark doesn't count towards my final classification so I'm happy to leave it at that. Unless anything else comes up, I still have some unconfirmed marks which I have yet to hear back about, I should finally be finished with the first year! Four years I've spent at university over the last nine and I've never passed the first year, as soon as those marks go purple on the student portal I shall be so pleased.
That turned into a journal entry of the old school, a long ramble about thing's that have been going on in my life rather than short cryptic entries. Feels good man.
Right, breakfast.
I have, for the last week been doing manual work for an agency as they couldn't get me into something more genteel and more suited to me skill set quickly. I've been down at St. Mary's hospital which is closing down, we have been sorting furniture so basically I've been lifting and carrying bedside cabinets, desks and assorted bits of medical equipment on and off of lorries all day for five days. Not the sort of thing I'm really built for but it pays none the less. To be honest I really don't like it, the working environment and people with whom I'm working are so far outside my comfort zone that it puts me off going in even though the work isn't actually to terrible. But as I said, it pays.
Yesterday, in one room of the warehouse appeared the first ever x-ray equipment I used, where I learnt my most basic techniques. I knew it was being decommissioned but I had no idea it would end up with us, I checked it over and it was definitely the same machine it was held together with duct tape where my lecturer pulled one of the handles off while demonstrating how to move the equipment safely. As I was looking wistfully at it one of the chavs salt of the earth working class chaps I'm there with came over and started poking it, asking what it was so I told him what it did and just as he poked the tube head said "that's the bit which produces the radiation" I've never seen someone jump so far from a bit of scrap. Little things keep me amused.
The main problem with this job is the need to wear safety boots, I have plenty of very comfortable boots but none which are proper safely ones or that I wanted to get wrecked working in so I bought some cheap ones which would conform to their requirements but the trouble is they rub, even through two pairs of sock they rub. Everywhere. After five days on the job I have what amounts to open sores around my feet and on the bottom too, making it hard even to walk to the sofa as it sends shooting pain up the nerves of my leg, I tea-leafed some dressings from the junk we were taking to the tip so I might bandage my foot on Monday, to see if that's any better.
I'm only looking one week ahead there at the moment as The Din is coming to visit for Industrial Fallout next weekend, which is pretty much the only though keeping me going as I'm lifting filing cabinets heavier than I am off the backs of lorries. It'll be so nice to have her here again, hopefully with less cat related allergies this time. Also after Nightshift last week I'm looking forward to going out dancing again, I know I dance like to loon sometimes but it's the best way to replicate the drunken dancing feeling while sober. Dancing, I find is very much like sex, fun, until you wake up the next morning bruised and sore you get out of it what you put in, I've given up the Slimelight punchy dance for exactly that reason.
In other news, Griggs Senior is out of hospital and seems much better than he was before hand too. While no one's expecting vast improvement he's better than he has been in a long time so things might finally be starting to look up.
I have decided not to resit the exams from after the accident, I passed them (by a hairs breadth is some cases, but passed them none the less) and the actual mark doesn't count towards my final classification so I'm happy to leave it at that. Unless anything else comes up, I still have some unconfirmed marks which I have yet to hear back about, I should finally be finished with the first year! Four years I've spent at university over the last nine and I've never passed the first year, as soon as those marks go purple on the student portal I shall be so pleased.
That turned into a journal entry of the old school, a long ramble about thing's that have been going on in my life rather than short cryptic entries. Feels good man.
Right, breakfast.