Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 1113: Monday 14th October 2019

Entry 1113
Monday 14th October 2019

I got my new job allocation today. There's good news and bad news.

I was sat at home in the living room playing with Leo, whist Mum was making tea, and whilst Auntie Meryl was completing a crossword in her book, when there was a knock at the door. I thought it was Naomi, but I was surprised when I opened the door to see an armed GRID soldier stood there. "Oh," I said, "Sorry, I was expecting someone else." "Luke Warm?" the GRID soldier asked. "That's me," I said. The soldier handed me an envelope and then walked off. I closed the door and returned to the living room. "What's that?" asked Mum coming into the living room with tea. I frowned with confusion opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of A4 GRID letter headed paper. I started to read the piece of paper. "Well?" asked Mum, "What is it?" I gave a disappointing sigh as I came to the end of the letter. "It's from GRID," I said. "Well, I didn't think it was from The Queen," said Mum. "Oh, that was a day I'll never forget," said Auntie Meryl, "Me, Betty Crack, a crate of cider and a coach trip to London to see The Queen. Oh, we had so much fun." "You went to London to see the Queen with a crate of cider?" I asked. "We smuggled it into the Palace," said Auntie Meryl. "You smuggled cider into Bucking Palace?" I exclaimed. "No," said Auntie Meryl, "Crystal Palace. The place was packed. I want to break free!" "That's Queen," I bluntly said. "Yeah," said Auntie Meryl, "The Queen." "No," I said, gritting my teeth, "You're talking about Queen, the band. Not THE Queen." "What's the difference" asked Auntie Meryl. "One's a band and one's a monarch," I said. "Ignore her," said Mum, "What's the letter say?" "It's about my new job," I said, sounding p*ssed off, "They're going to let me work at the prison one day a week as a cleaner, but I have to keep working at The Hive one day a week too." "So, you DO work in a beehive," Auntie Meryl said. "Oh, don't start all that sh*t again," I said to Auntie Meryl, "For God's sake. Travelling all the way to The Hive is going to be a right pain." Mum took the letter off me and read it. "OK," she said, "I know travelling all the way to The Hive from Cowes will be a pain but it's only one day a week there and one day a week at the prison. Tinsley's done you a favour. When you were working at The Hive before you were working there three or four days a week, now you've only got two days of work a week." "Why couldn't Tinsley just let me work at the prison?" moaned, "I'm going to have to get up early and get the first bus from here to Sandown and then get Gary to give me a lift from Sandown to The Hive." "Stop your whinging and be thankful that you only have to work two days a week," said Mum.

I caught up with Gary earlier. After what happened last time, we didn't go into the pub and instead we went for a walk along the beach. I told him about how I felt insecure around his mates Steve and John and that it was probably best that I stayed out of the way. I told him about me getting drunk and making a pr*t of myself and about my job allocation. I hoped Gary would offer to give me a lift to The Hive, but he didn't. I suppose it was an unreasonable expectation. He lives a lot closer to The Hive than he does to Cowes, so I can't really expect home to drive all the way here to pick me and then drive all the way back to The Hive. The good thing is that Gary did agree to continue giving me a lift to The Hive as a long as I was able to travel from Cowes on the bus and meet him in Sandown.

So, it looks like I'm going to have to have one day a week where I get up at the crack of dawn to get the first bus from Cowes so I can get to Sandown and meet Gary in time for him to give me a lift to The Hive. F*cking great! At least it's only one day a week thought. Tinsley obviously doesn't realise he's done me a favour. I start at the prison in a few days.