Days are passing very fast. It has been more than a month, since my younger brother moved over from Hungary, and started working in the McDonald's. Today he moved into a flatshare with some other Hungarians, so finally our living room is back to its normal stage without a huge luggage and a mattress. I am really happy and enjoying our freedom again with getting back our private life.
We have done everything we could. Sorted out his interview at the work, interview for the NI number. Then helped him move over to us, to open a bank account, to do the WRS registration. And now to move into a flat-share. I read the tenancy agreement, and organized lots of thing. Technically bloody Everything. But anyway, we are done now, and everything depends on him now. We gave him the first push and now it is all up to him. I hope he will just be fine.
The last month was not free from stress and altogether it was exhausting for me.
Work is ridiculously busy with a management who have unrealistic expectations. Many things are badly organized and suffering from these consequences caused a couple hours on-site work turning into a week nightmare. I had to travel to London 2 days in a row then later have a night spent over there, working from 9pm till 2.30 am, after having a full day work in office hours. Ridiculous. And that project is still not 100% ready.
Being on-call is sh*t, as there is always something which goes down, and I am just not the person who wants to wake up at 2am, to fix something. I am just unable to do it. And this is not about the money, as if they were paying me 10 times more I still would not want to do it.
I had my first Personal Safety Training weekend at the police. Two and a half DAY EXERCISE. Lots of running, Wrist- arm-locks, unarmed defense techniques, offense techniques. After the weekend I was literally unable to get out the bed. On Monday, I had to cancel my Wing-Tsun training, as I was unable to move. I was beaten up, had many bruises on my body, I never been so exhausted in my life.
One of our trainer was Mr. Lee Doski, a cage fighter from the UK, who is a full time trainer at the Police. You can imagine. He is a tough guy. We learned many interesting things, many useful moves, which we will need to exercise in the real life as well, so I'd better practice them.
I loved this weekend apart from being so exhausted at the end. The only trouble with the training, that I do not have time to rest. I have a busy work now, then every second weekend I am occupied with this training as well. Am I taking too much, or I am getting too old? I can not decide it.
This weekend I was on-call, and today my brother moved, so this one passed incredible quick again. And next weekend I will have another PST training, where we will learn about CS, and baton fight, handcuffing, etc. (which will be fun I believe) Also we will analyse CCTV footages when police officers were abused, and will try to find the general mistakes they have done.
My wardrobe starts to look like a uniform factory, I have my tactical vest (with rigid handcuff, baton, CS holder), fleece, trouser, hat, tie, almost every piece of the uniform now and believe me they are taking up some space.
On Saturday and Sunday, we played badminton, first 2 hours and then on Sunday 3 hours. This was the longest I played continuously. I wanna get rid of my pot-belly, so I need to do it, and on the other hand it is a great sport to do with great people.
Not sure if I mentioned, but I began to work for a translation and interpreter company as a part time Hungarian translator. From time to time they send me letters which I will need to translate to Hungarian. I got my fist job a month ago and now I received the payment as well. I have to say ... not bad at all. :) The best thing, that these letters will be generally from the UK Courts, so I have a great way to learn new words :)
Soon I have to go and pick up Mrs. Smith as she is working today, and from tomorrow a new week starts again, with lots of things to do ...
Here we go ....
ps. I don't have time for lighthouses :(
