England sucks Marjory! First of all the airports are rubbish they lose your bags the last thing I needed was to be late on my first day of work but here I am now lost because the airport lost my bag that had a map in. The street naming is awful and so hard to navigate round. In America it is logical e.g. 81st street is next to 82nd street but here the streets are random and the names give no clue to where you are at all so I am now in blimin' St Peter's street when I want to be in Long Hill road and I have no flippin' idea of how to get anywhere. I thought that England would be a nice change from America but I only arrived late last night and I am already home sick and stuck on this rainy island with moronic street names.
A kind passer b gives me directions to Sunhill police station; it appears that I have been going in the wrong direction for several minutes. I finally arrive at Sunhill police station several minutes late – well at least I got here – I take a seat in the lobby and wit for the officer at the front desk to finish his phone call so he can direct me to CID. I looked around it seemed like a nice place it is a bit wired seeing people in the English police uniform instead of the American uniform that I am used to but I am sure that I will get used to it, the oddest thing is going to be being on duty with out my gun. Feeling oddly vulnerable I quickly distract myself by taking a closer look at the people in the lobby. One of the people looked rather friendly, he had short blond hair and a boyish face but he was wearing a really odd jumper that was green with hideous pink stripes on it. . A tall brunet woman rushed through the doors looking distractedly at her watch – obviously late, after exchanging a few words with the man in the pink striped jumper and another man in a odd suit she rushed up the stairs two at a time smiling if realise that maybe England isn't so different from America. The brown haired man in the scratchy looking suit glanced over to me and said something to the man in the stripy jumper. The blond guy replied by shaking his head and saying something like "what about Sam?" the brown haired guy gave him a scathing look and then headed over to where I was sitting.
"Hi I am Ds Phil Hunter, can I help you?"
"I am Detective Olivia Benson, it's my first day as Ds here, I am supposed to check in with DI Samantha Nixon do you know where her office is?"
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