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A Dirty Job

A new beginning.
Tuesday 18 September 2007

Well, the first shift went pretty well.

The area manager got called away to a more serious site and couldn't make it - this left Edmonson and myself working together and alone, which of course was great.

The house is only just over half full at the moment - seven out of a possible twelve tenants. A few big troublemakers have been kicked out of late and while those we met tonight were perfectly polite and seemed fine, there's already a few characters there. One chap has to have daily visits from the police (they arrived this morning at 6am) because he's on bail; another is clearly a dealer and/or a speed freak, as he didn't settle down, let alone sleep, all night; a third is an early 40s peroxide blond, who's kind of a cross between Paris Hilton and Chloe from Fight Club, waif-thin and always accompanied by a chihuahua on a lead. She's also quite clearly a junkie, or a recovering one, spending a lot of time with the speedfreak, naturally exchanging blow-jobs for blow, or whatever (believe me, it was in her eyes.)

The shift started at 10pm and began with immediate bad news - the previous security team showed up to reclaim their TV. It definitely was theirs (we checked), but they must have timed it like that on purpose. Thankfully, we managed to blag one from the staff and tonight I got through Mad Max, Prizzi's Honour, the Washington Redskins vs the Philadelphia Eagles, about an hour of news (Northern Rock, Northern Rock, Northern fucking Rock) and even some GMTV. I bought a bunch of DVDs but neither of us was in the mood, really.

Endurance wise, it was fine and dandy until about 7am, when I really started to crash. We had to put the on-loan TV back at 7.30am and that last 90 minutes just went on forever. Good news: the manageress was on duty when we were leaving and ordered us a new TV (from Argos, don't you know) that should arrive tonight. I'm not back on duty until Thursday, of course, so as long as it's there by then, I don't really care.

Now, you'll have to excuse me: I'm fucking exhausted. Still, two days off, and all that.


posted by Sheamus @ 9:30 am




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