Thursday 28 January
2010
Tiredness victors as
soon as I wake up this morning as I fall back asleep after turning the TV on. This doesn’t happen to me often, if at
all. Then once I am finally up and
running into the day I experience an extended toilet break that sees me delayed
even further in leaving Bohemian Grove,
even to the extent that I see The Ghost as I
leave. This is the first time I have
seen him this year. He looks well and
so does his dog. As I pass him I smile
but don’t really mean it.
The drive to the
station causes addition grief as the journey is hindered somewhat by a slow
coach in front of me sticking to limit at 6.40AM in the morning. Where is the mentality in that? This is the safest time of the day to be
driving. Eventually I take great
satisfaction in overtaking the car on Balkerne Hill as the lanes double
up. This however does not prove my
final motor vehicle obstacle as I then get stuck behind an old school Mini Cooper at the
station that does not appear able to deal with driving over speed bumps, having
to stop before each hump. This is
pathetic. Why would a person in this
day and age still own a car that can rust in the rain? A car that I could physically pick up and
flip on its side all on my own. Such
things.
Away from this the
remainder of my journey into town turns out to be stress free and
perhaps/probably the best ride up to Liverpool
Street so far this year.
Once up in London I await my tube chariot and
as I stand on the platform the Bellalike
turns up with her customary cup of Costa
coffee and confused expression. I
wonder what her voice sounds like.
I get another boost
today as while listening to Answer
Me This episode #123 again
they answer my question, this time about whether I should do my old work
colleagues university paper. In
response Helen answers with a scowling negative while Olly picks up the ball
and runs with it comparing my doing the paper with somebody outsourcing the
task in the real world. I like that
mentality.
Off the back of this I
bowl into work in a rather fine mood.
Things improve even further as the angry boss hands me a cup of coffee
which is always a good start to any day and usually a good indicator that I am
currently doing something right.
The positive momentum
of the day continues as I proceed to have a damn fine one. In addition to the good fortune already
experienced the Filipino brings in some apology chocolates for apparently being
mean to me yesterday. She wasn’t mean.
After a solid morning
of working on the new company accounts and making visible progress lunch
arrives and today I plump for sausage, beans and mash, that most mature of
dishes, because I am bored of our restricted menu now. Oh what I would do for breadcrumbed parmesan
chicken, linguini or Carbonara. Indeed
I am not the only person feeling bored as every now and then The Girl will make
vocal gestures towards bringing in her own food for lunch. Woah woah, lets not get hasty here. I was always taught to never look a gift
horse in the mouth (something to do with bad breath I believe).
Around midday I get
hit with another annoying group invitation on Facebook and with this I make
good on my threat to cull any such person that does so. Today it is that Dave
Hough (“Huff”) guy who just creates some fucking ridiculous group about Chilcot issuing arrest
warrants, something that will never happen in a million years. Does he not get the white collar
v blue
collar concept? There are no
handcuffs with white collar crimes.
Despite my annoyance I go pretty easy with my culling, I could have gone
to town on such a dubious individual but instead I remain restrained and
balanced. I’m well rounded like that.
Similar to the morning
the afternoon eventually runs out relatively smoothly and successfully. All afternoon The Girl keeps half jokingly
ranting at me about how selfish I apparently am. Don’t see it myself.
Towards the end of the
day the Filipino asks if I am going to Asda this weekend
and if I can get her a copy of Cloudy
With A Chance Of Meatballs on DVD for her daughter. I’m always going to Asda.
Finally 5.30PM arrives
and with it escape back to Essex. When I get on the train I discover via
Facebook that rumours are circulating of the death of JD Salinger. Eventually this gets sadly confirmed. Yet another artist’s passing I am finding
out through social networking websites.
This just does not feel right or respectful.
Ironically on a writing note
during my train ride home I receive a text message from Dave who I used to go
to school with
and who I posted a book to on Saturday. The message is a good one, thanking me for
the book. I wonder if he will still
possess any gratitude after actually reading any of it.
Back in Colchester I
head to Asda to pick up the DVD. As I
return to my car my key no longer appears to be working. As I begin to swear about its malfunction I
suddenly realise that I am trying to get into the wrong green Focus. Brain damage.
On the way home I stop
by the olds at Balkerne Heights. I cannot get into the visitors parking space
because there is a car clamped in it.
Ironically there are cars parked all over the rest of the complex all
getting in the way but none with clamps or tickets on them. This truly is carageddon.
I step into their flat
in order to grab my external hard drive.
In the process I snag some quick dinner but for fear of hanging around
too long and getting clamped myself I soon head off home.
Leaving as I get to my
car I discover that I have been parked in.
Immediately I sound my horn and I spot a guy in the distance delivering
a pizza. After the incident with the
pizza guy a few weeks ago suddenly a person could be forgiven to think that the
pizza delivery guys were suddenly after him.
Are they really out to get me?
With the sound of the horn the old man comes stomping out, ready to kick
off at the pizza guy who to his credit is now getting back in his car and
moving it. I’m still suspicious.
When I get home I haul
myself into a bath while also attempting to do some writing, which ultimately
fails due to exhaustion, lack of sleep and lack of time and energy.
Eventually I fall
asleep trying to watch comedy on TV.
It’s just not funny anymore.
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