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girlofpreyI was totally going to do a proper post last night, as well as vague minor rambling on Heroes, but then chores and minor panic set in. Oh well.
This weekend was a bit of a disaster. Although only in minor, seemingly constant ways. One of my boots has a hole in the sole, and I was going to take it to get fixed on Saturday, as it's not very pleasant when it rains. The only problem is I don't really have any other shoes at the moment, except a few pairs I bought but haven't really worn. But I decided to try the knee-high boots I got in January, which I had worn at least twice. Which were fine, except that I have some sort of callous or corn on my little toe and it burned, but I put a plaster on it and figured it would be alright. Which it was, for the ten minutes or so it took me to walk into town, after which it started to hurt again. But I got to the shoe repair shop with my broken boot and took it in and said "Can you fix this, please". And he said no, it would need resoling, and you need both boots for that. Even if the other one is perfectly fine. But he could keep it while I went and got the other one? So I was faced with the choice with walking back up the hill in boots that were starting to hurt from general unworn-bootishness, or paying £1.40 bus fare, to go get the other and bring it back down, and wait even longer for it to get fixed and it was the middle of the day anyway, and. I took the boot and left.
I still needed cleaning supplies, from the Wilkinsons near the bus station, which is pretty much on the other side of town. But I made it, eventually. Then I wanted to transfer about £150 from my savings account to my current account, because my funds were awfully low and my cheques for the rent and council tax (sent off today!) would probably bounce otherwise. But it turned out the first bank closed at three on Saturdays! Never mind, I thought, and got £150 out of the cash machine, and went to Barclays. But it turns out all banks close at three on Saturdays! So I had to wander back up home (on the bus) with £150 in cash in my bag. Unimpressed.
On Sunday, I slept in, because yay. And then when the rain cleared up, I thought "I'll just try the cobblers again, and then I'll know I did everything I could". And I EVEN CALLED THEM THAT MORNING TO CHECK IF THEY'D BE OPEN, AND THEY DIDN'T REPLY, AND I SOMEHOW FORGOT ABOUT IT AND TOOK THE BOOTS DOWN ANYWAY. This time I decided to wear the trainers from years ago I'd never worn. The corn still hurt. But I put a plaster on it, and it was fine. Until the general pain kicked in ten minutes later. The cobblers wasn't open. So I went to Tescos to get some food, as I usually do on Sundays. It turns out Tesco doesn't have food in it at half past three on Sunday. Or the shop just down the road from me. I returned home, again. Having at least been able to change into my usual boots for the climb back up.
On Monday morning, I managed to be late despite doing pretty much what I usually do on a morning, except having no corned beef so having to magic up a sandwich from other ingredients I had. Then I went the wrong way into the building and had to go back to the kitchen to put my lunch in the fridge. Then the water machine had no plastic cups, so I had to go back to the kitchen to get a mug. Then I had to go back to the kitchen to re-rinse it because I couldn't actually drink out of something with that many tea stains. Then my bag fell down my arm as I was getting water, and splashed it all over me. It was rubbish. Yesterday morning, my agency rang at five to ten in the morning to say they hadn't got my timesheet for last week (which I sent), and they needed it by ten, so could I do another one quick sharpish? People were missing and the fax was engaged, so I did not get it in by ten. Which means my wage this week will probably be delayed, and I really did need that money in my account to cover the bills. And. Yes.
But it wasn't all bad. K and I went out on Monday night, since she and J moved out of their flat last week and were leaving Nottingham this week. Except it turned out J had already gone. But it was nice. We had dinner at a pub nearby (a touch overpriced), and she taught me a great catchphrase from Dali, and then we went to see a film. Which, through a lack of other things, turned out to be The Dark Is Rising. You know what's funny? How bad that film is. Omg. "Seeker, feel my wroth." That will never get old. But it was almost worth it to see Al Swearengen and Ruth Fisher doing battle with the Ninth Doctor. And it's always nice to see fantasy heroes indulging in the traditional teenage pastime of Blowing Shit Up. We sort of enjoyed it anyway. They clearly missed a trick by not putting Ace of Base on that soundtrack. Oh.
Oh, and I finished Carnivale at the weekend. Oh, Carnivale. I do love it. I don't feel entirely like I can rec it, since it's so very much my sort of thing, and I'm probably MASSIVELY BIASED. But other people seem to think it's good too. There's sadly not much fic for my OTP. In a SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS. But I get to love it onscreen, anyway. Mostly I think everyone on my flist should watch it. I'd squee, but that would only be spoilers, and it's so much better without them. If anyone I've met would ever like to come to my flat and watch Carnivale with me, THEY ARE PERFECTLY FREE TO. Dude.
And today I am tired, tired, tired. After a week or so of not really having much to do at work, all of a sudden everyone's coming to me and saying can you do this, this is urgent. Or reminding me about things they mentioned previously but said weren't important, and saying that they are now more urgent. Given that most of those things are printing stuff off and putting them in neat piles you'd think it would be easy, but it's actually quite time consuming. The job isn't going on until Christmas, either, the girl I was filling in for is coming back next week, so how I'm expected to do everything I don't know. But will have to figure it out I guess. But tonight is Halloween! I have a large bag of sweets and stuff my mum brought for me when she came up the other week, and nothing particularly to do. Possibly the perfect night in, you might say. TV is rubbish at Halloween. But I imagine I can root out some DVDs.
This weekend was a bit of a disaster. Although only in minor, seemingly constant ways. One of my boots has a hole in the sole, and I was going to take it to get fixed on Saturday, as it's not very pleasant when it rains. The only problem is I don't really have any other shoes at the moment, except a few pairs I bought but haven't really worn. But I decided to try the knee-high boots I got in January, which I had worn at least twice. Which were fine, except that I have some sort of callous or corn on my little toe and it burned, but I put a plaster on it and figured it would be alright. Which it was, for the ten minutes or so it took me to walk into town, after which it started to hurt again. But I got to the shoe repair shop with my broken boot and took it in and said "Can you fix this, please". And he said no, it would need resoling, and you need both boots for that. Even if the other one is perfectly fine. But he could keep it while I went and got the other one? So I was faced with the choice with walking back up the hill in boots that were starting to hurt from general unworn-bootishness, or paying £1.40 bus fare, to go get the other and bring it back down, and wait even longer for it to get fixed and it was the middle of the day anyway, and. I took the boot and left.
I still needed cleaning supplies, from the Wilkinsons near the bus station, which is pretty much on the other side of town. But I made it, eventually. Then I wanted to transfer about £150 from my savings account to my current account, because my funds were awfully low and my cheques for the rent and council tax (sent off today!) would probably bounce otherwise. But it turned out the first bank closed at three on Saturdays! Never mind, I thought, and got £150 out of the cash machine, and went to Barclays. But it turns out all banks close at three on Saturdays! So I had to wander back up home (on the bus) with £150 in cash in my bag. Unimpressed.
On Sunday, I slept in, because yay. And then when the rain cleared up, I thought "I'll just try the cobblers again, and then I'll know I did everything I could". And I EVEN CALLED THEM THAT MORNING TO CHECK IF THEY'D BE OPEN, AND THEY DIDN'T REPLY, AND I SOMEHOW FORGOT ABOUT IT AND TOOK THE BOOTS DOWN ANYWAY. This time I decided to wear the trainers from years ago I'd never worn. The corn still hurt. But I put a plaster on it, and it was fine. Until the general pain kicked in ten minutes later. The cobblers wasn't open. So I went to Tescos to get some food, as I usually do on Sundays. It turns out Tesco doesn't have food in it at half past three on Sunday. Or the shop just down the road from me. I returned home, again. Having at least been able to change into my usual boots for the climb back up.
On Monday morning, I managed to be late despite doing pretty much what I usually do on a morning, except having no corned beef so having to magic up a sandwich from other ingredients I had. Then I went the wrong way into the building and had to go back to the kitchen to put my lunch in the fridge. Then the water machine had no plastic cups, so I had to go back to the kitchen to get a mug. Then I had to go back to the kitchen to re-rinse it because I couldn't actually drink out of something with that many tea stains. Then my bag fell down my arm as I was getting water, and splashed it all over me. It was rubbish. Yesterday morning, my agency rang at five to ten in the morning to say they hadn't got my timesheet for last week (which I sent), and they needed it by ten, so could I do another one quick sharpish? People were missing and the fax was engaged, so I did not get it in by ten. Which means my wage this week will probably be delayed, and I really did need that money in my account to cover the bills. And. Yes.
But it wasn't all bad. K and I went out on Monday night, since she and J moved out of their flat last week and were leaving Nottingham this week. Except it turned out J had already gone. But it was nice. We had dinner at a pub nearby (a touch overpriced), and she taught me a great catchphrase from Dali, and then we went to see a film. Which, through a lack of other things, turned out to be The Dark Is Rising. You know what's funny? How bad that film is. Omg. "Seeker, feel my wroth." That will never get old. But it was almost worth it to see Al Swearengen and Ruth Fisher doing battle with the Ninth Doctor. And it's always nice to see fantasy heroes indulging in the traditional teenage pastime of Blowing Shit Up. We sort of enjoyed it anyway. They clearly missed a trick by not putting Ace of Base on that soundtrack. Oh.
Oh, and I finished Carnivale at the weekend. Oh, Carnivale. I do love it. I don't feel entirely like I can rec it, since it's so very much my sort of thing, and I'm probably MASSIVELY BIASED. But other people seem to think it's good too. There's sadly not much fic for my OTP. In a SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS. But I get to love it onscreen, anyway. Mostly I think everyone on my flist should watch it. I'd squee, but that would only be spoilers, and it's so much better without them. If anyone I've met would ever like to come to my flat and watch Carnivale with me, THEY ARE PERFECTLY FREE TO. Dude.
And today I am tired, tired, tired. After a week or so of not really having much to do at work, all of a sudden everyone's coming to me and saying can you do this, this is urgent. Or reminding me about things they mentioned previously but said weren't important, and saying that they are now more urgent. Given that most of those things are printing stuff off and putting them in neat piles you'd think it would be easy, but it's actually quite time consuming. The job isn't going on until Christmas, either, the girl I was filling in for is coming back next week, so how I'm expected to do everything I don't know. But will have to figure it out I guess. But tonight is Halloween! I have a large bag of sweets and stuff my mum brought for me when she came up the other week, and nothing particularly to do. Possibly the perfect night in, you might say. TV is rubbish at Halloween. But I imagine I can root out some DVDs.
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