2 posts tagged “work”

For the record, I’m not moonlighting, though I do work for two separate companies. It’s a bit complicated, but not very interesting, so I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say my current job’s only a part of my other job.

Anyway, in my other job I work with people who know people who can find out things and last week I had them looking into something surrounding my car’s unfortunate accident.

I was a bit too traumatised last Monday, having seen the wreck, but I had a long time between sweeping a few halls and fixing a fried fuse box on Tuesday to do some pondering. Remember the mysterious shoulder pain I mentioned? It’s persisted ever since and feels very reminiscent of an old injury.

I lived in London for a while when I first started my other job and was taking some self-defence classes (which I recommend to any of you planning a holiday there in the near future). We were practicing a figure-four arm-lock when my training partner got a little over-zealous and dislocated my shoulder.

Ouch.

Fortunately it was patched up pretty quickly and was fine after only a few days (the painkillers helped).

Then, a few years ago, I took a clumsy spill out of a third-storey window and landed on that same shoulder. Unfortunately, medical care was somewhat lacking where I was and I had to put it back in myself.

Ouch!

How it feels now very much reminds me of how it felt then. That got to me to thinking that maybe I might’ve been in the car after all. And if so, I must’ve been driving, because there is no way I’d have survived what happened to the passenger side.

After work I called back at the junkyard to have a talk with the owner, under the premise of having left something in the car. I thought it was a bit odd that, so soon after a crash, my car had been towed away for scrap. I’d have thought an accident investigator would’ve wanted to have a look at it.

“I’ve been towing stuff for the police for years,” he tells me. “Some police woman calls me and tells me to tow a wreck, so I tows the wreck.”

“About what time was that?”

He shrugs. “After midnight?”

Why’s he asking me?

I know if I was called out on a job on a Friday midnight, I’d be a lot more curious and a lot less blasé, but I let it go.

And so, to my car, and the thing that was bothering me. I’d noticed a spot of blood on what was left of the near-side door when I saw it on the Monday, which I just assumed belonged to whoever had pinched it, but I couldn’t remember seeing any inside. If someone was in the passenger seat, surely there’d be a mess?

I sneakily scraped off the blood (not that the yard-owner was paying any attention) to hand over to someone in my other job to hand over to someone to take a look at.

Came back on Saturday with a big, fat bugger-all.

Literally. Nothing.

So now the question is; what is somebody who doesn’t exist doing bleeding on my car after it’s been battered?

My pondering continues.

Jesus, how hard is it to think up an appropriate and succinct blog post title? Can I just put random words in there, like 'Dingy Moon Carp', or is that considered cheating?

Yes, I know, the first post was a little short. Sorry about that, all you virtual (and possibly non-existent) readers - I had to get it done before heading to work or I wouldn't have done it at all. One of my mates has been on at me  to make a blog - it's the 'new big thing', right (or it was, about two years ago)? He insinuated that I'm probably the only guy in the whole of America who doesn't have one (I think he meant to leave out some of the central states) so what the hell, here I am.

All right, let's think of something more entertaining to write... Can't talk about my job too much - my boss takes 'scary' to a whole new level and if they found out I was even alluding to the place they'd probably have my arse on a plate for supper. It's not like anything 'trying' happened today, anyway (for once). Up early to get to work; mopped some floors, cleaned some stains, boarded up a smashed window (that's right, I work in a zoo cleverly disguised as an office building); left at precisely 4.30pm and here I am. Back in what I'll affectionately call The Septic Tank, browsing the 'net on my all-alone.

Rotten Tomatoes gave Hellboy II a grand 86%, I see. Fair's fair... 86%'s pretty good from them! I always worry that They'll mess up the sequel. You know who I'm talking about, right? Them. They Who Must Not Be Named.

Hah.

Maybe I'll go and see it. I don't like sitting in the cinema on my own - makes me feel like an eedjit - but who's going to take me?