Anyways...
Right this is taking a while so I'm going to get to a year behind (besides this bit still pisses me right off in a couple of ways)
So I had another test. I'll keep it short. I failed AGAIN! This time as I pulled from the side of the road a guy some distance behind me was going a bit quick. I got to the speed limit and did'nt worry. He was'nt close, there was NO chance of an accident. Because he could'nt be arsed to slow down I failed as "I caused him to swerve" Right. Yeah ok fuck you too Mr. Examiner.
So I get back to work, Simon says it was just shitty luck. Assures Richard I CAN drive, even suggests he come out with us sometime. No go but extend to end of november.
Early november, another test. I fuck it up, have my license etc. but cut a lane on a roundabout that I know well. No-one around but instant fail anyways. I am starting to get a touch depressed here, as well as broke. Still got rest of month.
Late november, booked test. Either me or simon fucks this one up, he did'nt know anything about it. The luck holds still I'm not at the dole queue yet.
Early december, really close cancelled booking, just under a week. Guess what! No I don't fail. COME ON! You know it... snowed off!
FOR FUCKS SAKES!
Told to relax until after christmas. I am told I always had six months so the end of january is the cut off date, Richard just thinks I work better under pressure. (this was at the christmas do which I'll mention shortly.)
Work at this point is going well, I am doing my best to prove how invaluable I am. I need to let's be honest it looks like I'm one of lifes pedestrians now. Still enjoying it, feeling good and starting to make a difference in Durham. (It was'nt difficult, the place was a mess)
Well a few other things have happened during this time. Me and Jenn are getting really close, I almost live there. The flat me and Stompy lived in during the gothador days has none of the old crew now. There's one lad there thats ok, Kenny. He is looking after my lovely hound Lucy when I'm not there. However one day when I get back, Kenny is monged in the front room with two of his mates. One of which I know from the really bad old days. Lucy is'nt very well, she's been fed shite and has the runs etc. I stop there for a few days with her until she is better, then we go for a really long walk and I have a think. She can't come to Jenn's with me, her landlord is totally adamant about the no dogs rule, he was being decent to Jenn as well so did'nt want to mess that up. I don't want to restrict my time with Jenn. I ask the ex if she can take her back, her sister ends up doing it in the end. Lucy has a good home now at least, she deserves that. Still upsets me though, I think I fucked up big time there.
Anyway the christmas bash, we all ended up plastered. Singing as we walk down the street etc. We were out for about 10 hours and consumed huge amounts of alcohol. I ended up scrapping with some muppet from the siter company because he was being an arse. I say scrapping. I held him in a headlock for about 10 mins until he calmed down, or suffocated, I forget. He shut up anyway. I woke up the next day having slept about half-way up the stairs so I've obviously done well.
My mother was away this christmas so I spent it with Jenn's folks. It was good but wierd. The christmas before my close family were all bored so they'd gone somewhere. I kind of missed it to be honest, I think they did too. I can't remember all that much about it. I can only assume it was a typical food and boozefest.
Still I had a good old break and came back feeling really refreshed and ready for anything. I had a driving test (free because of the cancellation, had'nt been able to get a better one) on about the 5th which I seem to recall I had just about dried out enough to take.
I failed it again, my own fault. This time I did pull out blatently in front of someone. I was a bit pissed for a few days because of that. I had no more good feeling left in me. Was a down as I'd been in nearly a year.
Still I had until the end of the month. I was sat hoping for a cancellation to come though. Got to about the 20th and still nothing. Was busy writing things up for someone else to follow on from me. Was all very funereal. Got a glimmer of hope by getting a test for the 27th, worst bit was that it was in the stockton area. The really nasty road system. I still made sure people knew (some, I'm not that daft) of the things I had developed and put into place.
27th dawned bright and clear. Simon did'nt say much. I had 4 days of my contract left, he knew what was going through my mind. I recognised the examiner I had. The one way back when that I was told "he's a twat, hope you never have him" and sure enough he was. Sitting and rocking his head far more than my gear changes were to have caused. He did'nt even bother with the calm-down questions (I'd done this so many times they were parrot fashion answers now) would have been amusing though.
"So Mr. ??:P?? what would you be doing now if you were'nt on your driving test?"
"Digging a grav for you, you fuckwit. This is my job you're going to cost me."
Probably just as well he did'nt ask really. We god back to the centre and I thought I'd done ok, was intrigued to see what he'd get me for.
"Well Mr. ??:P??. Thank you for that. That was as comfortable a drive as I could hope for first thing in the morning. I'm happy to tell you you've passed."
Well fuck me sideways with a shovel. I just sat gaping at him. I'm sure I was thinking of asking him to marry me. 4 days, 4 fucking days. I never make things easy do I? Simon came over, possible wondering if I was stabbing him out of sight. I just couldn't speak. I know I started bouncing about then. I don't when/if I stopped. The office was well happy with me, I even hugged the mazda 2 I was going to be driving, they sent me home then. I was no use to anyone. God the euphoria.
Right so I passed, it's epic is'nt it? All real I kid you not. I think I may have missed a few, I can't really remember. Anyway a final picture of the car for those of who don't know. The colours pretty close to the car, without the nasty silver mirrors. It's not mine remember! :)
So I had another test. I'll keep it short. I failed AGAIN! This time as I pulled from the side of the road a guy some distance behind me was going a bit quick. I got to the speed limit and did'nt worry. He was'nt close, there was NO chance of an accident. Because he could'nt be arsed to slow down I failed as "I caused him to swerve" Right. Yeah ok fuck you too Mr. Examiner.
So I get back to work, Simon says it was just shitty luck. Assures Richard I CAN drive, even suggests he come out with us sometime. No go but extend to end of november.
Early november, another test. I fuck it up, have my license etc. but cut a lane on a roundabout that I know well. No-one around but instant fail anyways. I am starting to get a touch depressed here, as well as broke. Still got rest of month.
Late november, booked test. Either me or simon fucks this one up, he did'nt know anything about it. The luck holds still I'm not at the dole queue yet.
Early december, really close cancelled booking, just under a week. Guess what! No I don't fail. COME ON! You know it... snowed off!
FOR FUCKS SAKES!
Told to relax until after christmas. I am told I always had six months so the end of january is the cut off date, Richard just thinks I work better under pressure. (this was at the christmas do which I'll mention shortly.)
Work at this point is going well, I am doing my best to prove how invaluable I am. I need to let's be honest it looks like I'm one of lifes pedestrians now. Still enjoying it, feeling good and starting to make a difference in Durham. (It was'nt difficult, the place was a mess)
Well a few other things have happened during this time. Me and Jenn are getting really close, I almost live there. The flat me and Stompy lived in during the gothador days has none of the old crew now. There's one lad there thats ok, Kenny. He is looking after my lovely hound Lucy when I'm not there. However one day when I get back, Kenny is monged in the front room with two of his mates. One of which I know from the really bad old days. Lucy is'nt very well, she's been fed shite and has the runs etc. I stop there for a few days with her until she is better, then we go for a really long walk and I have a think. She can't come to Jenn's with me, her landlord is totally adamant about the no dogs rule, he was being decent to Jenn as well so did'nt want to mess that up. I don't want to restrict my time with Jenn. I ask the ex if she can take her back, her sister ends up doing it in the end. Lucy has a good home now at least, she deserves that. Still upsets me though, I think I fucked up big time there.
Anyway the christmas bash, we all ended up plastered. Singing as we walk down the street etc. We were out for about 10 hours and consumed huge amounts of alcohol. I ended up scrapping with some muppet from the siter company because he was being an arse. I say scrapping. I held him in a headlock for about 10 mins until he calmed down, or suffocated, I forget. He shut up anyway. I woke up the next day having slept about half-way up the stairs so I've obviously done well.
My mother was away this christmas so I spent it with Jenn's folks. It was good but wierd. The christmas before my close family were all bored so they'd gone somewhere. I kind of missed it to be honest, I think they did too. I can't remember all that much about it. I can only assume it was a typical food and boozefest.
Still I had a good old break and came back feeling really refreshed and ready for anything. I had a driving test (free because of the cancellation, had'nt been able to get a better one) on about the 5th which I seem to recall I had just about dried out enough to take.
I failed it again, my own fault. This time I did pull out blatently in front of someone. I was a bit pissed for a few days because of that. I had no more good feeling left in me. Was a down as I'd been in nearly a year.
Still I had until the end of the month. I was sat hoping for a cancellation to come though. Got to about the 20th and still nothing. Was busy writing things up for someone else to follow on from me. Was all very funereal. Got a glimmer of hope by getting a test for the 27th, worst bit was that it was in the stockton area. The really nasty road system. I still made sure people knew (some, I'm not that daft) of the things I had developed and put into place.
27th dawned bright and clear. Simon did'nt say much. I had 4 days of my contract left, he knew what was going through my mind. I recognised the examiner I had. The one way back when that I was told "he's a twat, hope you never have him" and sure enough he was. Sitting and rocking his head far more than my gear changes were to have caused. He did'nt even bother with the calm-down questions (I'd done this so many times they were parrot fashion answers now) would have been amusing though.
"So Mr. ??:P?? what would you be doing now if you were'nt on your driving test?"
"Digging a grav for you, you fuckwit. This is my job you're going to cost me."
Probably just as well he did'nt ask really. We god back to the centre and I thought I'd done ok, was intrigued to see what he'd get me for.
"Well Mr. ??:P??. Thank you for that. That was as comfortable a drive as I could hope for first thing in the morning. I'm happy to tell you you've passed."
Well fuck me sideways with a shovel. I just sat gaping at him. I'm sure I was thinking of asking him to marry me. 4 days, 4 fucking days. I never make things easy do I? Simon came over, possible wondering if I was stabbing him out of sight. I just couldn't speak. I know I started bouncing about then. I don't when/if I stopped. The office was well happy with me, I even hugged the mazda 2 I was going to be driving, they sent me home then. I was no use to anyone. God the euphoria.
Right so I passed, it's epic is'nt it? All real I kid you not. I think I may have missed a few, I can't really remember. Anyway a final picture of the car for those of who don't know. The colours pretty close to the car, without the nasty silver mirrors. It's not mine remember! :)