Have a Kitkat.
Though on coming back to work after a delightful 3 weeks off where I only had to set the alarm clock once, my dismay is tempered somewhat by the fact there’s Cadbury’s Creme Eggs back in the staff tuckshop. Hurray. Type 2 diabetes, here I come…
I walk back into 57 emails, of which about 5 are relevant, and that’s not including the folder where any email with the word ‘overtime’ in it is automatically diverted, in there are 156 emails begging and pleading for people to work to fill gaps in staffing levels. Boom, deleted.
Total log count still around the 1,600 mark, so nothing has changed in the last 3 weeks, despite lots of people desperately trying to wring more performance out of the same number of staff.
Todays highlights are a far-right march where the protesters are outnumbered by the police, and told by the locals in no uncertain terms they are not welcome. Sadly, none of the protesters give any of the dog-handlers reason to unleash their beasts, but hopefully the clear display of available force will persuade them to sod off elsewhere next time they have a lager-fuelled hate day.
Talking of lager, there’s also the start of football season to contend with, i.e. the usual contingent of idiots who can’t go to a simple sporting event without spoiling for a fight and having to be separated. Anticipating this, staff are moved off nights to work lates instead, which doubtless makes them as happy as it would me, but it just leaves nights with even less staff than usual. Because nothing really bad happens on a Saturday night…
Last interesting job of the night is a motorbike riding suspected burglar who gives traffic the runaround for over an hour, as we watch the helicopter video live. The little tyke occasionally stops to refuel the bike from fuel cans he has stashed around the area, like some petrol-obsessed squirrel. Anyone who’s seen the moped crime wave explode in London and understandably says ‘Ram them off the road’ has clearly never tried to catch a motorbike in a car, but eventually the rider and his passenger come a cropper on rough ground, a quick game of hide and seek in the dark ends with a police German Shepherd sinking his teeth into the rider. Happy days. The dogs jabs are up to date.