Meh.
I was looking forward to today. I was dotting about a bit this week, and Friday was the day to be spent at my favourite branch. In the morning I was 30 mins late due to not checking the rota and seeing they started 30 mins early on a Friday – luckily those 30 minutes weren’t booked. The morning was fine – someone bought me a doughnut and we had a nice relaxing bitching session. Then pootled off for a meeting, which I was 30 minutes late for (but had an acceptable reason – hadn’t finished work at the branch). Then I decided to use my lunch hours (I had 3 after all) to take my car to have the exhaust changed, since I’d been sounding like a boy racer for a few days. This, it turned out, was optimistic at best. Despite being assured I’d be “long gone” by the time I needed to be back at work, the fit was not so kwik, although in retrospect I am sympathetic that my ancient car had corroded to such a degree that it took a well aimed whack to get the old exhaust to detach. And so, 20 minutes before I had to be at work, and while I was 15 minutes away from said work, I phoned for a cab which I was informed would be there in 5 minutes. Naturally it was not. By the time it had arrived I was supposed to already be at work, and the mechanic wanted only 2 more minutes, and in fact I had no choice other than to wait as I wasn’t out of work til gone 7pm, and the repair shop shut at 6pm. So I told the cabby I didn’t need him anymore, and despite me offering to pay for his time he went off on one that ended with a delightful threat that he hopes one night I need picking up, and he gets to tell me “where to go”. Suffice to say, I will be complaining with the full force of an extremely pissed off woman. Oh and telling everyone I know in the area not to use that cabfirm. I may well quote the story of a speaker my dad once went to see, who was shafted by a well known car rental firm, and weaves the story of that shafting into every speech he ever gives, and thus reckons that the answer to the car giant’s immortal words “Sir, you’re one man. We’re a multimillion dollar company. What could you ever do to us?” is now “damage worth several million dollars to their reputation”.
I got my first ever pay cheque yesterday, and my little Kitty car obviously felt that it had to save me from the risks of spending it all on computer games. Bless her. I’d probably have to pay to get someone to take her away, and yet still I pay £150 to fix baroque bits (got a tyre changed and tracking checked as well). Now that’s love.
OOO good event! My pet on PsyPets just gave birth in the last hour or so! Yay! Wow, my life’s just an emotional rollarcoster at the moment…
