" Ah TDC TBL step in to my office”, remarked the DCI, (oh shit what now)I thought as I cast my mind back on the last 72 hours (The time frame for how long something is important to the DCI for).
He then starts to make small talk, how I am, how is life, my workload and other non committal stuff, he is starting to make me edgy by this banter. I wait for the "just one more thing before you go ... " remark.
"Sign this would you please?" he toss's over across the desk a familiar looking orange docket that bears my name, it comes to a stop at my hand.
Glancing sideways I look for the hidden DPS spook, nope none in sight, a trickle of sweat drips down my back winding its way to my underwear, which I suspect is going to be full soon.
But no.. As I open the docket I see a magical phrase " Detective constable TBL ".
It’s done! I am signed off. I am now a proper 'techo.
Time to put the feet up, large it up, read the paper and shout at the lids!
(* Above remark is flippant)
oh and now I owe the DCI a very large and expensive drink at the next office "meeting".
7 comments:
lol, nice one :)
Grats!
congratulations.
Well done fella!
Congratulations TBL. You made me chuckle giving us a visual there. Glad you didn't need to change your shorts! :)
Flippant? The term is absent from the Met lexicon.
Just why do you "owe" costly alcohol to your superiors? And providing it on official premises during working hours?
Not in keeping with our standards, is it?
SO close. DPS will be calling you shortly.
Nice one, you have achieved.
Don't forget it.
dammit stag.... shhzz...
have a bung on me...
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