I was the 'Pay Guy' for the 2nd Battalion the Royal Anglians in Chepstow; posted into them on promotion to Staff Sergeant, into a Warrant Officer's post, from an extremely busy three-years from 32 Royal Engineers in Hohne, Germany; straight from a manic tour of Kosovo where we'd all lived in a wet field for months on end in Macedonia, prior to moving into Kosovo.
Anyway, I thought my tour with the Royal Anglians would be a cushy posting; all we had on the calandar was one exercise in Belize, Central America before a unit move to Norther Ireland, a place I love.
But it all went pear-shaped. The firemen strikes kicked off and Iraq and Afganistan were looming in the background. Then we had a company deploy to Northern Ireland and the Commanding Officer forced me to work Mon to Fri in Chepstow and then fly to Northern Ireland each weekend, departing on a Friday and returning on a Sunday; this went on for about four months; and my department was seriously over-worked and undermanned.
It was a stressful time. Despite working horendously long hours, we couldn't provide a decent standard of service to the lads; due to undermanning and the sheer volume of work-load placed upon us; so despite the graft we were putting in, it went mostly unrecognised and we were mostly thought of as 'poo'.
I was also having to plan and prepare for a Belize Exercise, a deployment to Afganistan, and working like an idiot just trying to keep my head above water; and following the Northern Ireland tour we ended up covering Paisley, just outside of Glasgow during the firestrikes; which was a real pain in the ass too.
I was never at home; remembering that I'd just come back from Kosovo.
So, after seventeen years service and a handful of years away from my imediate army pension at the age of 40 (next year), I jacked it all in and became a window cleaner.
Whew; that was a very cathartic whinge.
Thank you.
So my last posting was my worst job!