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millwall ken
Hi all,
Whatta day, turned up for work this morning only to be told that twenty of us are DCM'ed (Don't Come Monday) - pumped, laid off, RTUed, platform four, no longer needed, call it what you will. Anyway, can't say that I was too impressed as we was under the impression that the firm that was subbing off of my employer, would go first. No it was the usual story of last in, first out. Now I was working for my firm on a self employed basis unfortunately. But hey I'm a big boy, and its happened before and it will happen again.
Anyway, I thought I'd get my tools and sit in the site canteen until the rush hour (3 hours) stops on the London Underground and Train Network, as I didn't fancy struggling though central London laden with Tools, 12v Battery Drill, 110v Drill, 2 extension leads, a splitter box, heavy duty crimpers, and heavy duty bolt cutters, and gym kit; now, I don't drive and to be honest working in London you don't need to as there is a good transport system believe it or not.
However, the missus called me while I was sat in the canteen (for all of 5 minutes), she had just finished a night shift and... yes, you've guessed it was waiting to get indoors as I had the only keys - I broke mine the other day and did intend to get a key cut on saturday.
'Oh ****', thinks I. Now you've got to bear in mind that she gave me this wonderful piece of information AFTER I had told her about the work situation!!!
So that was it, I was gonna have to get a Mini Cab home during rush hour - as I thought to myself, that 'I've got too much stuff, to carry home'.
However, Mr Murphy (of Murphy's law fame), gave me a size 12 right up the backside at the cash machine, because I only had a fiver to my name and my bank card was sitting on the sideboard at home, because I had forgotten to put it back into my wallet last night, after paying for something online.
So there was only one thing for it then, either wait for the missus to drive across London to pick me up - a bit unfair I thought; as she had just finished a 12 hour shift, or get the tube and train home.
So off I went to the tube station, and managed to squeeze myself onto an already packed tube train. Now the fun started, I got off at London Bridge underground station and moved over to the wall, so that I wouldn't have to struggle thought crowds carrying all my gear. I thought to myself, 'just wait here until the platform clears', then I could have a nice stroll up the stairs and esculators before the next packed train arrives. Done that, and managed to get onto the concourse for the mainline services.
NOW the problem, my train home was leaving in 7 minutes time, or I would have to wait 20 - 30 minutes for the next one. So I thought to myself 'no, go for it', and started to wade though the oncoming Zombies to get to the train. Next thing BANG!!! This man mountain of a suit (I'm 5' 7, and would of had to of jumped to nut him in the ********) walks straight into me, then he had the cheek to call me a ****'. I was so shocked at his attitude, as he was the one who clattered into me.
'**** off, you Mug' I replied in kind. And I asked him how it was my fault, when he could clearly see that I was carrying so much gear? This **** head then shoved me in the chest.
So now I was fuming, and ready to jump up and bite him on the nuts and then pummell his pretty boy face, as I was a fair boxer in my youth and the army. So, I dropped all of my stuff with the intention of doing just that. Thats when a hand grabbed my shoulder. Said hand belonged to a member of the British Transport Police. Who told us both to grow up and go our seperate ways.
So I went and got on my train, and had to get off of it in the soaking rain and walk down a flight of stairs - the last three I managed to slip down on my backside. Anyway, I exited the train station and crossed the road to where the missus was waiting for me, and straight into a pot hole that had become a 7 inch puddle.
Whatta day.
Whatta day, turned up for work this morning only to be told that twenty of us are DCM'ed (Don't Come Monday) - pumped, laid off, RTUed, platform four, no longer needed, call it what you will. Anyway, can't say that I was too impressed as we was under the impression that the firm that was subbing off of my employer, would go first. No it was the usual story of last in, first out. Now I was working for my firm on a self employed basis unfortunately. But hey I'm a big boy, and its happened before and it will happen again.
Anyway, I thought I'd get my tools and sit in the site canteen until the rush hour (3 hours) stops on the London Underground and Train Network, as I didn't fancy struggling though central London laden with Tools, 12v Battery Drill, 110v Drill, 2 extension leads, a splitter box, heavy duty crimpers, and heavy duty bolt cutters, and gym kit; now, I don't drive and to be honest working in London you don't need to as there is a good transport system believe it or not.
However, the missus called me while I was sat in the canteen (for all of 5 minutes), she had just finished a night shift and... yes, you've guessed it was waiting to get indoors as I had the only keys - I broke mine the other day and did intend to get a key cut on saturday.
'Oh ****', thinks I. Now you've got to bear in mind that she gave me this wonderful piece of information AFTER I had told her about the work situation!!!
So that was it, I was gonna have to get a Mini Cab home during rush hour - as I thought to myself, that 'I've got too much stuff, to carry home'.
However, Mr Murphy (of Murphy's law fame), gave me a size 12 right up the backside at the cash machine, because I only had a fiver to my name and my bank card was sitting on the sideboard at home, because I had forgotten to put it back into my wallet last night, after paying for something online.
So there was only one thing for it then, either wait for the missus to drive across London to pick me up - a bit unfair I thought; as she had just finished a 12 hour shift, or get the tube and train home.
So off I went to the tube station, and managed to squeeze myself onto an already packed tube train. Now the fun started, I got off at London Bridge underground station and moved over to the wall, so that I wouldn't have to struggle thought crowds carrying all my gear. I thought to myself, 'just wait here until the platform clears', then I could have a nice stroll up the stairs and esculators before the next packed train arrives. Done that, and managed to get onto the concourse for the mainline services.
NOW the problem, my train home was leaving in 7 minutes time, or I would have to wait 20 - 30 minutes for the next one. So I thought to myself 'no, go for it', and started to wade though the oncoming Zombies to get to the train. Next thing BANG!!! This man mountain of a suit (I'm 5' 7, and would of had to of jumped to nut him in the ********) walks straight into me, then he had the cheek to call me a ****'. I was so shocked at his attitude, as he was the one who clattered into me.
'**** off, you Mug' I replied in kind. And I asked him how it was my fault, when he could clearly see that I was carrying so much gear? This **** head then shoved me in the chest.
So now I was fuming, and ready to jump up and bite him on the nuts and then pummell his pretty boy face, as I was a fair boxer in my youth and the army. So, I dropped all of my stuff with the intention of doing just that. Thats when a hand grabbed my shoulder. Said hand belonged to a member of the British Transport Police. Who told us both to grow up and go our seperate ways.
So I went and got on my train, and had to get off of it in the soaking rain and walk down a flight of stairs - the last three I managed to slip down on my backside. Anyway, I exited the train station and crossed the road to where the missus was waiting for me, and straight into a pot hole that had become a 7 inch puddle.
Whatta day.
