A two week absinthe.

Where have I been.

Nowhere.

What have I done.

Nothing.

...Well not technically true I suppose. I managed to again sleep through most of my rest days and lie motionless like driftwood waiting for a reason (not necessarily a good one) to prompt me to move.

A week and one day ago (last Saturday... 8 days ago... 1/44.5th of the year ago) I was pushed from my happy exsistance of contentment and forced to make some life choices I didn't really want to make.

The service I work for has had the devine decision to every once in a while, just when your getting settled, thrust you onto a small teetering precipice and force you to choose somewhere else to go. And what I hear (no-one) you ask is the real pi55er?

You then fill out the paperwork requesting to move.

It's not big and it's not clever. But until they find a better way to move colleagues around to evenly distribute all types of officers to the far corners of where no-one wants to go, it'll have to do.

Doesn't mean I'm ever going to want to do it.