Another quick one. After swopping my shifts (and escaping the freezer, huzzah!) and effectively working two weeks 2-10, I finally got to go to Taekwondo on Sunday. There we were all practising what we needed to pass our gradings. This should have given me a clue, as on the website it said the grading was the week before, when I’d had to work due to the (bloody) great escape.
After putting me through my paces Sah bum nim said can you make it for the grading on the 29th? I was dead chuffed as I thought I’d missed it, said "oh yes", thought for a minute, then realised, that was the only day they could get me in for a (hopefully) final four hours training before my truck driving test.
Bottoms.
She said "it’s all right, we aren’t leaving ’till 12.30".
My lesson is 12-4pm!
Bleeding typical.
I said that I had my HGV driving test that day (got it slightly confused off the top of my head), so Sah bum nim said "you’ll have to see if you can cancel it." (!)
Two thousand pounds, near enough, a month or so wait for a re-test, and I should reschedule it so I can take a grading!
OK, I would really like to take it (time is not on my side when it comes to succeeding at physically demanding tests) and I have to admire her single-mindedness, but real world I can’t not take this test!
On the subject of driving licenses, today is the big day! My license is now clean, my endorsements have run out. I could send away for a new clean license, but it would cost £17.50, so I might as well wait until I pass my test and get it taken off when I get my new entitlement put on. I think it’s free, if not it saves paying for it twice. It’s not like I’m desperate for another job anymore. I plan on staying where I am until I’ve passed this test, the artic one, and seen a secure driving job. In the current economic climate I’m clinging to my job.
Also on driving, I’ve put the Micra through it’s MOT, cost worst part of £400 to get everything sorted, MOT’ed and re-tested. Still, that should be that. And now I’ve stopped trying to slide it I shouldn’t crash it, thus should not need to cough up next time.
I was cursing the crap-heap before I put it into the garage, then had to ride the six (ish) miles to work, then back, on a push-bike that’s stuck in top gear. My arse was killing, and the small of my back was that bad that I had to get up and stretch off after four hours sleep! I picked it up, and was stroking it saying "I love my Micra, I love my Micra."
In work I have a problem. The boss has his two sons working on the department (Sugar Ray, and Stallone! I guess the dad was into boxing! "He’ll grow up to be a fighter with a name like that." – I’m guessing was the thinking-See ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’.
Anywho, the lads are twins and like peas in a pod. I have real issues remembering peoples names, and putting two indistinguishable lads on the same shift as me is tantamount to mental cruelty.
Luke moved out again yesterday, gone back to his bint’s. So I came in from 6-2, absolutely knackered as it was my first shift so I couldn’t sleep the night before, took the car to the garage for it’s retest (didn’t even check it over, rolled it onto the ramps shone a torch under for effect, that’ll be £20, please. Bastards!) then had to come home and run Luke and all his crap to his chicks (who wasn’t in, knowing we were coming was around her mates, and hadn’t given Luke a key). Then I get in today and Wendy says Luke had been on the ‘phone saying it was all over between them and he was coming back, (so I was supposed to go and pick him and his crap up again) but happily they decided to give it another go an hour later, so by the time I got home Bucky’s removal service had been cancelled.
Better get off, was only supposed to be saying about my grading, but it’s all come pouring out. I have to be up for work in under six hours.
Toodles,
Buck.