7am: Wake up and get ready for work.
1.15pm: Find a dead body.
5.30pm Get back from work.
Addition: Ok, ok, that proberly was'nt fair dropping that bombshell, then not explaining. So...
Firstly, and weirdly I dont know my exact job title. I know that sounds stupid, but I was on the notion of; "You're giving me a job and a car!? Sweet, where do I sign!?" So Ive bearly looked at my actual contract. Still, its something along the lines of 'Fire safety technician'. Slightly ironic for someone who spent alot of their teens making everything from napalm to soldox explosives.
Anyway, Ill explain about the body...
I had to drive to a place called Small Heath in Birmingham, and check on a system installed on one of the contractors premises. This involved getting into all the rooms with call points and fire detectors in. So letting myself into one of the last rooms, Im kinda miffed when the dude in the chair doesnt talk or move...
Needless to say, they were bagging him up as I was leaving. It was'nt anything shadey, apprently he was in his mid 80's.
And that was that.
Yet another addition: HUGE WELLDONE to my most favourate person in the entire world for passing her driving test!
LOVE YOU!!!
1.15pm: Find a dead body.
5.30pm Get back from work.
Addition: Ok, ok, that proberly was'nt fair dropping that bombshell, then not explaining. So...
Firstly, and weirdly I dont know my exact job title. I know that sounds stupid, but I was on the notion of; "You're giving me a job and a car!? Sweet, where do I sign!?" So Ive bearly looked at my actual contract. Still, its something along the lines of 'Fire safety technician'. Slightly ironic for someone who spent alot of their teens making everything from napalm to soldox explosives.
Anyway, Ill explain about the body...
I had to drive to a place called Small Heath in Birmingham, and check on a system installed on one of the contractors premises. This involved getting into all the rooms with call points and fire detectors in. So letting myself into one of the last rooms, Im kinda miffed when the dude in the chair doesnt talk or move...
Needless to say, they were bagging him up as I was leaving. It was'nt anything shadey, apprently he was in his mid 80's.
And that was that.
Yet another addition: HUGE WELLDONE to my most favourate person in the entire world for passing her driving test!
LOVE YOU!!!
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