going postal!
after leaving the marvellous institution that is the British army, one too many trips to sandy climates, had a fork full, I began an office job for the first time. my boss was just like Gareth from the office but times 1000. I have every respect for the T.A. I have worked with them and mostly they are good blokes, he however was not and more like Gareth than Gareth always asking me where I'd been what I'd seen and done, in his eyes I was the best thing since chocolate hob nobs. Anyway pretty soon I started to get head aches, usual for those using a computer apparently. anyway I got sent to the company doctor for a check up and eye test. perfect score on the eye test despite warnings as a teenager, so he takes a look through my medical records and realises where I've been and then out of the blue, "do you suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" thinking on my feet I got very angry and said something like "what are you trying to say? do you think I'm nuts just because I get these head aches??!!". From then on I had to see the company counsellor every month and any time I felt like a day off I came in unshaven and scruffy sit at my desk starring in to the middle distance with a few tears in my eyes. The boss sent me home everytime with a pat on the back saying "it's hardly suprising, where you've been" silly twunt! anyway I eventually found something better and moved on, gutted to leave but money is money. on the last day I actually heard someone say "thank fcuk we don't need to worry about him going postal anymore"
P.S. scince leaving I've had my eyes retested and I need glasses, the heads were from screen glare.
(the tartful splodger, Tue 13 Jun 2006, 11:46, Reply)