One of the consequences of shift work is the feeling of being out of sync with the world. After the ten days in a row I tend to feel very frazzled. And then I tend to cram a lot into the following four days off. So what has been so exciting that I’ve neglected writing this?
Well there is the saga of trying to get the company car serviced. I’ve tried on several occasions to get the car serviced. The last attempt was Thursday just gone. So the first time there was no availability with the particular garage that the hire company uses. The second attempt was done on a Saturday and the single individual from the hire car company wasn’t working, so couldn’t authorise the work. And the third attempt fell in it’s face when the garage chain the hire company uses lost my booking. So I’ve left it to the company that manages the company fleet to sort out. So far haven’t heard anything back. So I’ll make some enquiries on Friday.
On a much happier front, I got to meet up with one of my sisters on Saturday. We met up at a pub on the outskirts of Swindon and had a bloody good chat and a catch up. So that was a really nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Other than that, my time off was spent in the usual manner of catching up on my sleep. Doing one or two domestic chores. And generally taking things easy. Shame the kid from next door but one is proving to be a troublesome teenager. Found two sheets of mirror glass smashed over the car park. No witnesses. All that indicates that it’s him, or at least that the debris originated from his property, is the fact that one the pieces of glass hit the tarmac end on and embedded a bit. So that gives a point of impact and then it’s just a case of looking at the spread of debris. Not a lot you can do really. I can’t legally brain the kid. the police won’t be interested. And the kids Mum, well she doesn’t want the 14 year old. So all I can think of doing is spending out £250 on a private security camera system and getting the relevant data protection act licence. But in all honesty I’d rather spend the £250 on something more fun. But do I want to continue cleaning his crap out of my car park? Oh the joys of dysfunctional teenagers.
Right, I’d better get a wiggle on. Work starts in a few minuets. I wonder where I’ll be sent today.
I’m Shattered! I’m finally on the last day of my 10 in a row. My thinking feels so fuzzy. I think I’ve driven over 1,500 miles and probably done 68ish hours in the last 10 days.
So looking forward to a day of tomorrow. Definitely having a lie in.
It’s that time I dread. The long stretch of the rota. Monday had been a great day. Nice and quiet, but Tuesday was determined to make up for lost ground. The jobs through the day had been nice and straight forward, but as I was on standby I get to do the out of hours software clear down for one of the company’s retail customers. In this case it was a retail site in Cardiff. So I got to the site for a couple of minuets before 8:00pm and went and said hello to the manager. Unfortunatly they were having a stock take at the same time, so that split there consentration some what. So it wasn’t untill gone 9:15pm when Icould finally make a start on clearing down the tills. It was a couple of minutes later when i found that till 2 had a problem. After trying to get the thing to load to the default screen I opted for the old favorite of “Turn it off and on again”. This didn’t work. The till then took half an hour to try and re-index every last file it had. After half an hour it failed and rebooted it’s self. Again it tried to redo the indexes. another half an hour passed and again it failed and rebooted.
Not a happy bunny at this point. The help desks have closed. And Tech Support closed up shop ages ago. So with no one to ask for advice, I needed to come up with a plan. Sod it, lets reload the till. This process involves getting a floppy disk in to the back office PC. Which has been very neatly installed in to a rack cabinet. And to make life interesting the back of the PC faces out and the cables have been neatly tie wrapped in with zero slack on them. So the only method to get the floppy disk in is to sit on your arse and reach under the shelf the PC is on and try and get the disk into the slot. What ever you do, do not turn off the PC.
So the disk goes in ok, and I run the utility needed to make a rebuild disk. Back to till 2 and give it a whirl, nothing. It ignores the floppy drive. Reboot and try again. Nothing. Drat! Back to the office with a fresh floppy disk. Fumble blindly for the floppy drive, run the utility and back to the till. Nope, it reads the disk but it doesn’t like it. Back to the office again, grope around in the cabinet and make another disk. Yay! This one works. Reload the till. Patiently wait for the till to get all the data off till one. Once that’s finished, I can then run the clear down on it. Talk about a long winded method. With till two all fixed up, I clear down till 1 and run the end of day. Hooray! I’m finally finished. With the various forms filled in and exchanged it’s 23:09 when I finally leave the site. So it’s gone midnight by the time I get back home. Thank Betsy for the 11 hour rule.
Oh, the million pound note? Yes, one of the members of staff gave it to me “As payment for my hard work”.
Apparently they had some religious guy in handing them out. Doing the good work of Jesus by tempting the sinner with spoof money. And the back of note went on to talk about sin, hell and redemption. I was some what amused to find that I have sinned quite a bit.