January 30th, 2011
Shattered
I live for my days off.
The feeling of walking out the door knowing you don’t have to come back for a couple of days is so great. I spend days at work just waiting for the time to pass so I can go home. I never understood those people who say they couldn’t face retirement because they’d be bored.
I’ve just had a brilliant weekend off, so much so that I’m so knackered, I’m off to bed.
Catch you later.
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Ted says:
Yes, but you are not retired. You’re working. After leaving the job I didn’t work for a few months. After a while rather than every day being a Saturday it felt like every day was a Monday. Now I’m working 3 or 4 days a week days off feel like days off again. I think you need the work to enjoy the contrast of long lies, walks, pubs, whatever.
January 31st, 2011 at 06:24
Betty Swollox says:
Well in three years, nine month & eleven days I will retire. I wont ever set foot inside a Police building again, ever.
January 31st, 2011 at 18:16
shijuro says:
Amen Betty…
January 31st, 2011 at 18:39