I'm not whining

I only got to thinking about remission for good behaviour when I saw the end of my sentence receding into the distance. 240 hours seemed long enough; at 6 hours a day, one day a week, I knew it was going to take 40 weeks to complete but I did not allow for the cancellations. I am halfway through and already it will take me an extra month to complete my sentence.



The first week I arrived at 8.30, as instructed, and promptly six of us were sent home with only 1 hour to our credit, not enough supervisors. The same thing happened the following week. On week 3 we finally got going, 6 hours and I went home clutching the all important piece of pink paper. We were told at the orientation session to keep hold of the pink slips as though they were £20 notes... How right they were. As I clock up my hours I often find that someone at the 'ofender management service' (Probation service to most of us) forgets to log my hours for the previous week. So I have to check and dispute the total producing my slips.



Then there was the training day, just like school, there has to be supervisor training days, and they have to be on on Sundays, my days. So another week passes and I have not added to my total of hours served. Once someone managed to stick a fork through his foot, despite wearing steelies (steel capped boots) while we were doing some gardening. There was no one to supervise us while they took the injured bloke to hospital so we were taken back to base first, only 3 hourse clocked that day. Supervising that's a joke, I will blog about that one day soon.



Yesterday took the biscuit and is really the reason for this rant and why I have begun this blog. It was raining!!! The job was outside it was decided we could not get wet. I work outside - Monday to Friday, my boss would take a very dim view if I did not turn up if it rained. Not so we criminals.



Honestly I just want to get this over with. I have no intention of getting into this mess again and I'll blog about that later too. I'm not whining - honest