Leaving Meal

Last night I headed back down to Dorch for the last time, for the leaving meal for work. A very enjoyable meal, with lovely company, and some laughs and chats. All great, and pictures should be following shortly. Many thanks to Alan who also paid for mine and Sarah’s meals, as well as being official photographer for the night, AND organising getting my remaining stuff back from work. Ta muchly for Sarah for driving to and from the meal as well – I hope the “puncture” clears itself up!In the end there were 9 of us for the meal (another 3 had come for earlier drinks), although initially 18 had said they were come. Some colleagues hadn’t been able to make the meal, and had either met me earlier for drinks, or told me they couldn’t make it for various reasons. Fair enough. Some just hadn’t bothered turning up – they (and others) know who they are. They may have had their reasons, but there’s never a reason for a lack of politeness. Consequently there won’t be the chance to say the goodbyes which might be just as well.

New Pastures

Well that’s me done with Dorset for the time being. I’m still technically employed by the college until the 16th November, though I’m now using up all the leave I had left, so I can get out to Malaysia quicker. I’ve just received a nice supportive email from one of the lecturers, so that will be archived to remember my time there.
Overall I enjoyed working there, and would want to work in prisons again given the chance – my stock saying is that you can teach there, rather than child mind, like you do in school. The good news is that there might be some odd days of work creating spreadsheets and the like, while I’m away in Malaysia, giving me something to keep my brain occupied, and some pocket money to boot.

Time to move on

Am I upset at leaving? Not really – I’ve done my time there, so to speak, I know I’ve worked damn hard to make sure the department as a whole ran as smoothly as possible, as well as just from my employer’s perspective. Added to that, knowing what’s coming up in the future (though as with most things it seems with me – plans change) in heading to Malaysia, and a holiday in Australia as well, means I’m a happy little soul right now (apart from the prep needed for the house and stuff before I go!).

Poem: Ode to Dorch

Alan teaches in the classroom,
We know as the gold fish bowl,
Means we can see who’s winning the fight
Between some dude and Anthony Cole.

Jim said one day he had a sore tooth,
And was going to get it checked out,
I asked him the next day how was the dentist,
And he said, “Oh, he looked down in the mouth.”

Livia is the crazy girl,
She makes me smile, she’s nice,
Though there’s something we all know sunshine,
That was never your Muller Rice.

Upstairs Allan obviously teaches cleaning with a good few tricks,
They chat, drink tea and watch videos and still get a certificate for BICS.

Richard does the magazine,
Though now he’s also a dad,
We all wish the family well,
With Luca, their little lad.

Christina does the Yoga,
“I love it!” a prisoner said,
Though he then did fall over,
As he had his leg behind his head.

The IAG team at Dorchester,
Is Richard, Jackie and Lynn,
The great service that they provide,
Is offered to all who come in.

Margaret teaches on D Wing,
Which is always rather merry,
Especially trying to control our friend,
The wonderful Mr Perry.

Jane does the IT,
Including how to type a letter,
I wish her well and hope,
That her back soon gets better.

Margot teaches Literacy,
Down in room 3,
Even I now know,
How to use the apostrophe.

Anne, Judy, Ginny and Roger are great,
They can cover anything,
I know that when I am stuck for a class,
I can always give them a ring.

Lesley teaches lots of groups,
With lots of different lads,
The one I think she most enjoys,
Is Story Book Dads.

Karen teaches Barbering,
Which is something quite rare,
Would you let a prisoner with clippers,
Come anywhere near your hair?

Marion joined us recently,
Though she hasn’t lost her ties,
Half the time she’s not here,
As she’s forced to work at Guys.

Lisa is seen to run the show,
And is very often stressed,
We all know there’s chocolate though,
Somewhere on her desk.

Stuart is more in the background,
Making sure we all have our goals,
And that is why he works,
As the HMP Dorchester HoLS,

And then there’s me, little old me, like Mickey Mouse in Fantasia,
I’ve done my best, so I’m having a rest, and now I’m off to Malaysia.