It’s now confirmed. I am now an Assistant Leader down, and there is probably nothing I can do about it.
Of cause, he hasn’t actually had the courtesy to phone me, or email me, or otherwise get in touch, electronically or otherwise. Nope, I have found this out by him not turning up to the meeting today. Oh, and he’s updated his current location on Facebook to somewhere suitably distant from here.
Needless to say, I am furious. Not only did he put me in a position where, if I hadn’t heard rumours, I would have been an adult down on an already hard day, as well as nearly landing me without any session next week, I think it’s just downright rude. How difficult is it for him to send me some form of message, explaining that he couldn’t come down any more.
As an aside, this has probably ruined any chance of me getting a decent night’s sleep, which is just what I need when I have work tomorrow…
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About The WalkingPlasterDispenser
So who is the Walking Plaster Dispenser? Well, I'm a volunteer First Aider, working with a well-known First Aid charity to help out random people I've never met before (or, more usually, when) they hurt themselves. This typically involves picking drunk students (or people old enough to know better) up off the floor and making sure they get home okay, while trying not to get too angry, or breath to deeply in their presence, or get vomited on (again...).
I'm now also a Youth Leader for the Organization. This means I try to teach 10-18 year-olds First Aid skills, amongst other things. I also routinely look after them at events, and try to persuade them and my patients that they are perfectly capable to treating people without injuring them.
In my spare time, I am also a student myself, though, being tee-total (a dying breed, I sometimes think) I don't normally need to get picked up of the floor or vomit on people. At the moment, I'm at Uni, and slowly losing faith in my course, my lecturers, and my desire to be an engineer. Oh yeah, and I'm trying to work up the courage to get something done about my depression.
