Please release me

Don’t ask how this has happened, but I’m thinking of applying for a job with the Police. It’s working at their main Norfolk office, sorting out some of the call centre stuff. Very good money and normal office hours! Sounds perfect for me! Obviously I may just be saying that because I’m so desperately desperate to get out of the supermarket, but you never know, it could work out well. I’ve asked for further information and an application form to be sent. If my previous dealings with the Police are anything to go by, those forms will never arrive anyway, but we’ll see.. 

I do seem to be obsessed with changing career. I’m spending all day online looking at jobs and courses, and every time I sit down to write a blog it becomes about the supermarket, and not wanting to go back. Speaking of which, I called them today and said I’d return on Monday morning. They got extremely unhappy and said I should go in for the weekend but I politely refused. I imagine I shall walk straight into yet another disciplinary meeting but I don’t care anymore. I’m inwardly begging to get sacked.

RC 30-5-13