another day, another drunk

The title of my blog pretty much sums up my nights. Working in a club all you tend to find are drunks, and the odd druggie. The sad thing is that it isn't just the supposedly mature and responsible people who pass through the entrance that are carrying.
Case in point. Working Sunday night, it was a 14 to 18 party, and a 15 year old was led away in cuffs for possession with intent to supply mdma. That is only the unfortunate tip of the iceberg however. At a guess I would say it was a 50/50 split between drunks and drugs at this party.
Seeing this week in, week out has made my outlook slightly jaded. I remember first walking into this job, how optimistic I was, and in two short months now I just give security the nod and those drunks that aren't able to keep the floors clean, or off the floor because they sit around get a helping hand out of the club.

Ah well, another day, another drunk.

hard work

Now I work hard. As a point in case, I work three different jobs, 7 days a week. Monday to friday, 8 til 5 you can find me working in a factory, building doors, and the odd window. Sometimes that job crosses into my other line of employment. First aid. I work for two companies to provide first aid, all over London. In 24 hours I've been from east to west, with almost no sleep. These two careers have only crossed once, when a motorcyclist came off his bike in front of my work. Now I don't claim to know it all, but I can take care of myself, I have been doing this for 8 years. And my skills have only increased. Take last weekend, working in a nightclub. A batch of drugs had been cut with something untoward, our 3 bay first aid room ended up with about 10 people in, and just outside of it, most suffering from the bad effects of this drug. When several people come in with the same problem, you know somethings wrong. Problems increase when a patient has sats of 95%. So an airway went in and oxygen went on. I wish I knew what happened to him, but thats the nature of the job, your the first into a situation, and the last to know the outcome. Not that I mind though, I love the job and the satisfaction of helping people, be it a cut or a cardiac.