..You know I’ve been trying to get into the T.A. ? The Royal Logistics Corps, to be specific. To be more specific, re-enlist, was their term.
Anywho, been at that since near the end of last year.
I applied, they sent me a load of forms, I returned them, they had to dig up my previous army record and get a reference off my employer.
Then I heard nothing for about three months. I thought that they’d decided they’d had enough of me last time.
Out of the blue, I got a ‘phone call about two weeks ago from the T.A., they said they’d faxed a reference request through to my employer in January, heard nothing so tried again in February, still no reply. Could they have a personal reference?
I gave them my mate, Jo, as a referee, and went in to HR to raise merry hell. Their excuse was; as I wasn’t leaving the company they couldn’t give me a reference. Apparently they’d passed the request up and down the chain of command, and basically sat on it.
Bastards.
When I was first thinking this would probably be my best bet for kick starting my driving career one of the senior managers I approached about the company policy on the T.A., mentioned that if I get mobilised the government sends them a letter to force them to release me for the duration, and they have to keep paying me!
Hence their wilful delaying/ blocking tactics.
Bastards.
They T.A. immediately contacted Jo, who did me proud (I asked her to put ‘lover of women, slayer of men, driver of trucks’) and a week later I got another call saying all was well, they’d got my records back, come for a medical assessment on the 23rd of April!
Woo- hoo!
This could be just right. I don’t have to risk leaving a secure job, I get experience and possibly more training in a really professional environment, and they don’t quibble over you running the natives over!
Also, I get to screw my works over! Deep joy.
They asked if I felt confident about the fitness side of it, having to run a mile and a half in fourteen minutes, said ‘yeah, I keep fit with martial arts’.
Went out this morning for my first run in years. Previously when I’ve done stuff like that I’ve at least had a base of fitness and stamina from push-biking.
I worked out a course, approximately 1.8 miles long.
I have been working through a really nasty enervating cold as well, in my defence.
Anyway, I set off and within the first minute I thought I was going to have to give up and collapse gasping for breath.
I didn’t. I looked at the patch of dirt in front of me, tried to breathe and carried on.
It took me fourteen and a half minutes. So, by my (distance) calculations I’m within tolerance.
I staggered back to the car, lungs burning, spit in strings, feeling sick as a dog. It took me a good five minutes of coughing and spitting before I was well enough to drive home.
I did it though. If I do it every day until the assessment I should be able to do it without them following me around the course with paramedics and an oxygen tent.
In other news, that wobbly front tooth forced me to rejoin the dentists. I went today.
I lay there with my eyes shut, trying to find my happy place whilst doing deep breathing and other Jedi mind tricks.
I was a tad miffed anyway, even excepting the terror. It had a price chart in the reception area, check up £16.50, root canal £46, cap £198! Damn the getting my front teeth shot and nutted out!
The dentist did a check, said my teeth were fine, wiggled my cap off, glued it and stuck it back in there and then, That’ll be £16.50, please!
Big yay!
Other super-duper news is that yesterday at my sax lesson, sax-sensei Pete showed me the fingerings for the last few notes. I now have the set! From F#, which is somewhere in the dog-whistle range, through to low C#, the sound of earthquakes.
Now it’s simply a matter of practising until I can use them!
To round it all off, I’ve got four days off work, and the garden is coming to life in the sudden promise of Spring. All is peachy.
Well, apart from with Wendy who is not entering into the adventurous spirit of armed high-jinks.
Women, eh? 😉
I will be driving a truck. Worst case, I’ll be away for six months. In all likelihood I’ll be back in one piece, duty done, experience gained.
A year from now the world will be our oyster.
Later,
Buck.