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A Dirty Job

You're hired.
Sunday, 26 August 2007

After the incident on Wednesday, the angered black chap came back on Thursday (my day off) and ended up dragging one of the male cleaners into the female toilets and giving him a bit of a slapping. The male cleaner, you see, is the brother of one of the chaps who works in the arcade, the latter of whom was quite heavily involved in some of the name-calling the day before. The black guy had started on the brother and the cleaner had dragged him off, and then it all went tits-up. It's finally over now, as the entire black group left the park - on their own whim - at 5am Friday morning.

I got the job, incidentally. It's about 65 per cent more than I'm earning now, and involves watching over people trying to rebuild their lives in a kind of halfway house, proving themselves to qualify for proper accomodation (through the council, etc). Most of these people are recovering addicts, alcoholics, victims of abuse, etc, who through their own fault - or perhaps not - have found themselves homeless. They all know this is a one-shot chance, but due to their nature, history, etc, many of them are extremely volatile and problematic.

To be honest, it's not a cause that's enormously close to my heart although I can certainly see the reasoning behind it all. The money, however, is superb for this area, and it'll be a very rich experience. Both Edmonson and myself got a position with the firm, and we'll split the week between us, doing 3 1/2 days each, 10pm until 9am, in a three/four-days on, three/fours-days off shift, which is a pattern that's going to take some getting used to. Going to bed at, say, 10am, means getting up at 3-4pm, even with only 5-6 hours sleep, which puts you in a different world to most other people.

Edmonson aside, nobody at work knows yet. Not even Jabba, which is something I feel quite bad about. Almost like I've betrayed the big guy. I'm trying to find a way to time this relevation, which is proving to be a bit of a bitch.

It's due to start September 17, although there's a possibility it may begin a week earlier. I have some training in Portsmouth to attend before all this, and will give my notice in for my current job within the next week. I still plan to keep my toe in the nightclub business, getting door work when I can fit it in. One big plus of the new job is half the week I won't have to do anything at all.

Another MAJOR plus is that the control room in my new place has a DVD player, and we're encouraged to 'watch films all night' to help keep us awake. Can you say 'sur-weet'?

In other news, my brand-spanking new Nokia N95 arrives Wednesday.


posted by Sheamus @ 2:00 pm




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