Allocations Officer

I went into work the other day and as soon as my foot had entered the Sign On Room I heard the sweet, syrupy voice the Allocations Officer call my name. He does have an other voice which he uses much of the time to snarl at people. But when he uses this, 'come here and let me do you a favour', voice you know what ever plans you had for your next rest day can just go right out the window. Either that or you are going to spend the next week working late in Newton Abbot. Let me point out at once, just in case you are from Newton Abbot that I have nothing against Newton. I must have been the about 8000 times in the last 8 years. It's just working there that I am against. 30 mins to Buckland, 30 mins to Sandygate, 30 mins to High Week. Then you do it all over again, and again, and again, and again.................... you get the drift. So on Monday, despite the fact that it is at lest 5 years since I last got up before 6 am, I am starting work at 05:25. The worst part about it is while you are doing him a favour you come away from the encounter with the impression he has just done you the biggest favour since Marie Antoinette tried to help the peasants by offering them the advice to eat cake.