A Tasmanian (not) in London

The tales of yet another Australian in (Australia who left) London...

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Back at home in Tassie after a year and a half in London, I now dedicate myself to protecting society from unwarranted prosecution by the state. (And keeping criminals out of prison, but mostly that other thing.)

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The week continues...

Well I have now survived two night shifts in a row, with only an indefinite number to go. Things went a little better this time round. I am still doing training exercises - if they want to pay me to train I won't complain.

For all of those very few who are interested, the training exercises basically consist of old documents that will test you in different areas. You proof a clean copy and then the boss will compare it against the copy that was marked up by the senior examiner who worked on the document in the first place.

On my first night I made a couple of embarrassing gaffes - like overlooking a chunk of text that had been left out. Personally I put it down to a mixture of tiredness and disinterest in what I was doing. This morning however I picked up a number of things that the original examiner had missed. Maybe my brain hasn't completely atrophied like I had feared. Either way I think it made up for my slow start.

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