.... so what will you do now?

Hello chums,

Today I endured the second to last trip home on the train at the tax payers expense (not forgetting I too am a tax payer).

Yes it has come to this. I left the Royal Navy today at 10:30. A 22 year stint over and done. No ceremony, no pomp, no clock. However I did get a piece of paper saying I had an honorable discharge from the forces which is a military equivalent of a piece of paper with the words F*** O** written on it.
The young and very fresh faced WREN who processed my release had to be the youngest person I have ever seen in uniform who wasn't a cadet!
Young as she was she was efficient, knowledgeable and very professional (as I would expect) and she only forgot one thing, my warrant home. 9/10. However a WO1 or at least a fellow CPO would have been better, you know, make you feel missed or appreciated. Instead I got the feeling that she was thinking, "yeah grandad, don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out".

I don't think it has hit home that I am now unemployed, maybe later.

Weired though, as I am being processed for release, who should come through for his release but my sometime boss, a WO2 called L.
Yes I know, L is not a name but I don't see why you need to know what the L stands for.

So he gets processed and then we both go for a couple of pints (yes, just two, he had shopping to do and I didn't want to visit Sheffield again). A nice chat over a drink finds out that he is working for Rolls Royce doing a job I could have done as a kilick for the pay of a WO1 and that I haven't got a job yet. Lets put that last bit into perspective. L has a huge mortgage, kids a wife and a car. I have none of those things and can therefore take a more relaxed attitude to being "made redundant".
My plan is to get a part time job in 3-4 months time while I look for The job. Does that make me a bad person? Ha Ha Ha HA!!!!

22 years ago a young man left Liverpool for a life on the high seas, that idiot became the man now typing this rot, What to do now??

I know! Get pissed and watch an endless loop of family guy, because I am the physical incarnation of Peter Griffin.

Ahh! yes. Can I just say this is the first time I've been in contact with a connected computer for some time . Posts will be more forthcomming from now on I hope.

Well maybe.

P.S. still looking for Knitting porn for my good friends OLPP and KP.