Today's been trying to the extreme. A trial my team have a big part of was declared a mistrial today, because the accused's friends have been threatening jury members and witnesses. So that's just masses of time and money wasted, and it'll now go to retrial at some points, probably with fewer witnesses now wondering if it's worth testifying.
Happily I came home to Danger having cooked a lovely meal, which made my day infinitely better. Well, just coming home to him does that anyway, but with dinner ready it's even better.
Tink's turn today.
If you could go back in time to give yourself advice, when would you go back to and what advice would you give?
Would you ever let Sally make an actual guest post, as opposed to her popping on when you've forgotten to log off?
Has work settled down on the 'he's dating a guy' thing?
So, quick ones first. I don't think Sal would be interested in doing a guest post, really. I don't know. I suppose I might. No reason not to.
Advice to myself: Don't smoke.
I was twelve the first time I smoked a cigarette. By the time I was 14 I was 'a smoker' - as in, did it every day. At fifteen I'd get through a pack a day, and kept that up (two packs on bad days) until I was 45.
It made me ill. It made me smell. It made me irritable when I didn't have any fags. It made my sense of taste die a death. In the past few years, once you couldn't smoke indoors, it meant nights in the pub were actually nights outside the pub. It made me poor.
The first time I ever spoke to Bryan was to ask him for a light. Look where that got me.
It didn't make me cool, grown up or attractive.
So there we go. Don't do it. If you do do it, try and stop. If you can't stop, try and cut down.
I'll stop preaching.
Work. Oddly, Danger just touched on this topic in his blog post.
Work has settled, yes. I'm old news now. I'm sure most of the people there don't want to think about me dating at all, let alone dating a bloke.
There's been the odd thing that...I don't know. There's just been the odd thing. Met LGBT society stuff in my in tray. A rainbow sticker on my door. Someone vandalising my mugshot. The sort of stuff that if someone wanted to take issue with, they could. But I didn't. People get bored, it stops being fun for them if you ignore it and they don't get any entertainment.
Things I take a bit more seriously - but sort of rely on Sal or other team members to tell me - is when I've been out on stakeouts with some of the newer team members they've had grief about 'spending the night with the poof' and things. Asking what we got up to. That does bother me - not because it's me, but because that's not an attitude I tolerate in my team, or anywhere else. Especially on the force. Same goes for when a male and female team member are working together and people make that sort of implication. We deal with victims of crime - all sorts of crime - and having that sort of prejudice doesn't help anyone.
And then there's been the odd troll on here. I haven't really got time for anyone who posts anonymously like that. Must lead pretty sad empty lives if that's all the entertainment they can find for themselves.
What I actually find harder is the people who are all happy and chummy and ask if they should buy a hat for the wedding and that sort of stuff. I know they're just being friendly but...yeah, I feel awkward in those situations.