I think yesterday was, on the whole, a shit day!
My weekly appointment with the Newtonmeter of Doom™ resulted in a big fat 0, keeping the total at a big not-so-fat -53.
I got to work by minibus, which was fun, but I had to give the minibus back to the hire company (I'll miss my jalopy) and I got to work late. Then I had to brave the Metro and bus system to get to and from my rehearsal in the evening. It would have been fine, but some irritating charver lass decided to scream in my ear just before getting off the Metro, apparently that was a "big funny joke" to the likes of her. I didn't retaliate - I barely responded, though I might have jumped slightly at the sudden presence of a smoke-breathing teenager causing high pitched vibration of air in the vicinity of my aural tract. The 25 minute wait for the number 12 bus did nothing to cheer me up at half past ten at night, especially since I had not eaten for several hours and it was freezing cold.
However, today things seem brighter - despite the fact that it's snowing like it should be Christmas. The snow-covered Ash bumped into the same big issue seller I see every day I walk into town, and we exchanged pleasantries - we do that a lot. We never exchange money for magazines, but I've always time to say hello. Actually, I think she's grooming me. I think she's trying to slowly woo me so that I feel bad about not buying one of her soggy magazines. I shall be strong and resist!
Just when I thought the day could not get better, I had a lovely Starbucks coffee and came back to my desk to find a site advertising the ultimate mobile church and it's a BRITISH site. So our American chums do not have exclusivity on innovative thinking.
My weekly appointment with the Newtonmeter of Doom™ resulted in a big fat 0, keeping the total at a big not-so-fat -53.
I got to work by minibus, which was fun, but I had to give the minibus back to the hire company (I'll miss my jalopy) and I got to work late. Then I had to brave the Metro and bus system to get to and from my rehearsal in the evening. It would have been fine, but some irritating charver lass decided to scream in my ear just before getting off the Metro, apparently that was a "big funny joke" to the likes of her. I didn't retaliate - I barely responded, though I might have jumped slightly at the sudden presence of a smoke-breathing teenager causing high pitched vibration of air in the vicinity of my aural tract. The 25 minute wait for the number 12 bus did nothing to cheer me up at half past ten at night, especially since I had not eaten for several hours and it was freezing cold.
However, today things seem brighter - despite the fact that it's snowing like it should be Christmas. The snow-covered Ash bumped into the same big issue seller I see every day I walk into town, and we exchanged pleasantries - we do that a lot. We never exchange money for magazines, but I've always time to say hello. Actually, I think she's grooming me. I think she's trying to slowly woo me so that I feel bad about not buying one of her soggy magazines. I shall be strong and resist!
Just when I thought the day could not get better, I had a lovely Starbucks coffee and came back to my desk to find a site advertising the ultimate mobile church and it's a BRITISH site. So our American chums do not have exclusivity on innovative thinking.
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