Ok short version. Was going to join up, got in to chatting on arrse, spent 6 months getting in shape, run times sorted, BARB done, 3rd interview done, waited 2 months for ADSC, panicked, got offered a new job on a Friday, got offered selectiion dates on the Monday, REFUSED BECAUSE OF NEW JOB & GF, the missus and family were suddenly pleased i wasnt joining up even though they were saying how proud they were when i 1st told them, moved into new flat with very happy missus, got up to bollocks in debt to do so. Now im fcuking miserable in a job i fcuking hate but in too deep in civvie shite to change my mind. Pointless post i know but between the tins of Fosters and wanting to smash my head through the wall i just felt like venting & i feel like a fcuking walt posting on here at all even though 3 months ago it felt like home. FCUUUK!!!