Working on a bank holiday seems wrong.
Getting home at nine-thirty at night on a bank holiday is just against nature.
Today was first day of training to become an NCFA (Non Combat Field Agent), which was, in a word… tedious. We were learning about the “Intelligence cycle” and the proper procedure for… (ggguuuuuuhhhhh! Now am boring myself!)
I have to admit it’s much less intimidating than I though it would be but a tiny part of me was hoping it would be a tad more exciting than this. (Most of me was terrified and now all of me is tired.)
Training on top of my normal job is going to destroy my social life.
Wait did I have a social life??
