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Before you say anything, Goatboy, it’s not that I’ve just turned 20, because that happened 8 months ago. It’s because today I left the force.
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. You may have noticed the lack of posts about my job. No jovial fun about my wacky adventures, and this is because for the last 8 months I’ve been miserable. I’m not going to go into all the details about why I’ve felt so bad at work, but it got so bad that I could no longer sleep properly the night prior to a shift. 2 hours was my maximum and then I’d then wake up dreading going in. Finishing my final shift of each set would just be such a huge relief before the dread of the next set would begin.
I've spent the last 8 months trying to convince myself to stay a little longer because I may change my way of feeling, but the reasons that kept me going were not the same that I entered on. I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents who have supported me a lot in my application and I now have money obligations.
Slowly I have felt worse and worse over time and my work has started to suffer. I’m a good cop on the street and have been told this a lot, but it’s all the other parts that suffered. This hasn’t just affected me but other people too and this is the one thing that I regret.
I finally accepted to myself and my Sgt just how miserable I was yesterday. It was a huge relief to finally let it all out. I handed in my resignation this morning and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from me.
I feel quite odd at the moment because I have no idea what I’m going to be doing now. There were a few other idea’s floating about my head when I joined. These being either the Fire Service or being a fitness instructor, but I have no idea at the moment about if this is something I’m going to persue. Right now I just think I need to take a little time to decide what I want and let no other factors other then that make my decision.
I wouldn’t take my time back that I spent in the police, because I’ve seen and got to do a lot in the last year and a half that some people don’t get to do all their lives. I’ve had some excellent training opportunities and police officer on the CV can be very helpful. Not only this but I’ve also grown up a lot during my time in. I’m much more cynical then when I joined and I think I’m a little more sarcastic too, but I’ve matured. I now know that money isn’t everything in a job, because I was on a very good wage for my age.
No real point to this post, but I’ve typed it in about 5 minutes as a way of venting, so sorry if it’s jumbled or makes no sense.
So yeah, R.I.P PC English_Bloke
Oh and one more thing. During a slightly emotional goodbye with some colleagues while trying to be serious and thank them for support and such a bird shat on my head. Just though some of you sick bashtards would want to know that.
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. You may have noticed the lack of posts about my job. No jovial fun about my wacky adventures, and this is because for the last 8 months I’ve been miserable. I’m not going to go into all the details about why I’ve felt so bad at work, but it got so bad that I could no longer sleep properly the night prior to a shift. 2 hours was my maximum and then I’d then wake up dreading going in. Finishing my final shift of each set would just be such a huge relief before the dread of the next set would begin.
I've spent the last 8 months trying to convince myself to stay a little longer because I may change my way of feeling, but the reasons that kept me going were not the same that I entered on. I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents who have supported me a lot in my application and I now have money obligations.
Slowly I have felt worse and worse over time and my work has started to suffer. I’m a good cop on the street and have been told this a lot, but it’s all the other parts that suffered. This hasn’t just affected me but other people too and this is the one thing that I regret.
I finally accepted to myself and my Sgt just how miserable I was yesterday. It was a huge relief to finally let it all out. I handed in my resignation this morning and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from me.
I feel quite odd at the moment because I have no idea what I’m going to be doing now. There were a few other idea’s floating about my head when I joined. These being either the Fire Service or being a fitness instructor, but I have no idea at the moment about if this is something I’m going to persue. Right now I just think I need to take a little time to decide what I want and let no other factors other then that make my decision.
I wouldn’t take my time back that I spent in the police, because I’ve seen and got to do a lot in the last year and a half that some people don’t get to do all their lives. I’ve had some excellent training opportunities and police officer on the CV can be very helpful. Not only this but I’ve also grown up a lot during my time in. I’m much more cynical then when I joined and I think I’m a little more sarcastic too, but I’ve matured. I now know that money isn’t everything in a job, because I was on a very good wage for my age.
No real point to this post, but I’ve typed it in about 5 minutes as a way of venting, so sorry if it’s jumbled or makes no sense.
So yeah, R.I.P PC English_Bloke
Oh and one more thing. During a slightly emotional goodbye with some colleagues while trying to be serious and thank them for support and such a bird shat on my head. Just though some of you sick bashtards would want to know that.
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Fetch the BBQ tongs. It's a fair old size ;)
English_Bloke wrote:
> I've still got a fair bit of wood hanging down by my leg. So you joke
> away.
Splinter? I'll fetch the tweezers.
> I've still got a fair bit of wood hanging down by my leg. So you joke
> away.
Splinter? I'll fetch the tweezers.
"Oh and one more thing. During a slightly emotional goodbye with some colleagues while trying to be serious and thank them for support and such a bird shat on my head. Just though some of you sick bashtards would want to know that."
Hah, amazing. Funniest thing all day.
Anyway, if you're not happy quitting was the right thing. The stress and damage that can have on someone can be horrible damaging, so I would be thinking that you did the right thing.
Hah, amazing. Funniest thing all day.
Anyway, if you're not happy quitting was the right thing. The stress and damage that can have on someone can be horrible damaging, so I would be thinking that you did the right thing.
English_Bloke wrote:
> Puddin™ wrote:
> You still got the uniform, right?
>
> I'm allowed to keep the shirts...
yay!
> Puddin™ wrote:
> You still got the uniform, right?
>
> I'm allowed to keep the shirts...
yay!
Puddin™ wrote:
> You still got the uniform, right?
I'm allowed to keep the shirts...
> You still got the uniform, right?
I'm allowed to keep the shirts...
Lil Ginge wrote:
> what
>
> English... No more truncheon jokes :'(
I've still got a fair bit of wood hanging down by my leg. So you joke away.
> what
>
> English... No more truncheon jokes :'(
I've still got a fair bit of wood hanging down by my leg. So you joke away.
You still got the uniform, right?
what
English... No more truncheon jokes :'(
Amyways, I glad you had the balls to go through with it - it does take some. I hope the best in your future gallavants
English... No more truncheon jokes :'(
Amyways, I glad you had the balls to go through with it - it does take some. I hope the best in your future gallavants
Ha, that bird bit was really funny, worth you leaving just for that. Well done on having some balls too.
Good for you....having the balls to do what you want.....hats off to English Bloke
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