thunder367:
got asked if i would work if it was needed yep 1500 a day over xmas plus night out money.got funny looks well if u need someone u got to pay good money for xmas workers.
This is clearly not true cause there is any amount of taliban willing to work over Christmas for less than £100 a day.
I did it a few years ago, got a $500 bonus for running over Christmas, it felt very strange writing 25th December in my log book. I only did it as I was taking a month off on holiday in January to see my family who hadn’t yet moved to Canada with me, so I would’ve been spending it on my own anyway.
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Conor:
discoman:
No big deal working Christmas Day, I have just knocked off from a 12 hour shift … no extra pay either … and back in tomorrow at 12pm.Time for a new job with someone who appreciates you.
If it were me conversation would be:
TM: “Need you to do a run tonight.”
Me: “And where will you be tomorrow on Xmas day?”
TM: “At home, its Xmas day.”
Me: “So will I so you can ram your run up your arse.”
I have the best job imo, I am a police officer in Sydney now, prior to that the met in London … some people appreciate my role, the majority hate us … can’t blame them to be fair.
scottie0011:
Conor:
discoman:
No big deal working Christmas Day, I have just knocked off from a 12 hour shift … no extra pay either … and back in tomorrow at 12pm.Time for a new job with someone who appreciates you.
If it were me conversation would be:
TM: “Need you to do a run tonight.”
Me: “And where will you be tomorrow on Xmas day?”
TM: “At home, its Xmas day.”
Me: “So will I so you can ram your run up your arse.”
He’s a copper down under, really don’t think your [zb] attitude applies in this case
Yup, had no choice, it was my roster, to be fair, it’s just another day, I have kids, presents were opened at 7am as normal kids do, left for work at 11 … At work now til midnight hopefully, then 3 off and back in again … I generally do 2 on 2 off, minis this time of year, it’s a good crack.
^^^^ I imagine that working Chrimbo day in shirtsleeves lessens the pain a tad too. 
Well I for one can’t wait to get back to work after a right GBH of the earhole session from the wife last night.
Apparently this year I’ve excelled myself at the daughters Christmas meal.
To be fair she pre warned me not to perform as one of the relatives on the son in laws side was a retired vicar.
To cut a long story short things started to go downhill a bit when I won the Christmas cracker battle with said vicar, the wife’s face was a picture when I got to read out the joke as I change these cracker jokes for one of me own.
On this occasion my beloved went bright red and I just managed to lip read ‘you f-in dare’…
Now I’d been on my best behaviour to this point so thought I’d get away with it, to be on the safe side I thought a rehashing of a classic was in order so holding the little slip of paper from the victory portion of the Christmas cracker I said to the family gathering:
“What did Gary Glitter say to Jimmy Saville”…
(At this point my two daughters spit their dinner out and me son got a fit of the giggles, the wife was now the colour of beetroot).
Having a captive audience ready for the punchline I said:
“Have you got two fives for a ten”…
Not the funniest offering but the vicar thought it hilarious.
The wife ain’t speaking to me this morning.
Yes, i have spent a few xmases en route…been shown some great hospitality as well ( one even offered his marital bed and wife too ) yes i did decline ! Have spent a view over mount arrarat, eating tinned kippers, and washed down with xmas pudding and custard…finished off with the finest black/red label scotch and coke…amongst other places…it wasnt always possible to spend the time in truck stops all the time…but met some great people doing the same job.
robroy:
A couple of years ago or so, there was a foreigner, a Romanian lad afai remember, parked in a lay by on the by pass about a mile or so from my home, on Christmas Eve.
He was still there Christmas Day when me and the Mrs were visiting the kids.
Anyway my Mrs made up a box for him, turkey sarnies, mince pies, Christmas cake, choclates and other bits and pieces.
I knocked on his cab door and at first he looked a bit wary of me, but I tried to explain in my best Romanianand like Marcel Marceau
Really felt good about myself that day.
and as you drove off, he nipped off back to the lake and got another Carp.
