Friday's are usually a good day.
Usually.
However, I just discovered that the right-hand screw for the lenses in my glasses has vanished. On top of that, I can't just replace it, as last year this particular screw had to be drilled out of the frame after breaking and replaced with a non-standard screw.
Fuck.
So, Superglue it'll have to be.
I just tried to pay the deposit for my new pair of glasses, but I can't trace the Account Name for the people making them, so I can't really pay the thing off my banking account. This means a trip into a bank to pay the deposit, with queues and strangers and all sortsa k@k.
Double fuck.
Oh, vell. Ve have to do vot ve have to do.
On a more positive note, it's SUCH an amazing day out there. We don't have any outside windows, but the centre's built in such a way that we can see out the balcony door and our neighbours' street-side window. (Precious, please kill that gesanik you're playing - again!).
Shame, I have to share this. It's half funny, half sad, and I'm going by what I remember of the report.
Some really rare Needletail has only been spotted 8 times in the last 187 or 178 years. The last spotting of this particular Needletail was in 1991 - 22 years ago. Now, recently, one was spotted by a group of birdwatchers who naturally got really excited at seeing such a rare flapper - and then almost died of shock when the bedamned fool flew into a wind turbine and died.
Does that damn fool know how close some of his fans came to dying? Probably not.
It's been established that I know how to speak Feegle. For those NOT in the know, it's the language of the Nac Mac Feegle in Terry Pratchett's "Hat Full of Sky" and "Wee Free Men", amongst one or two others. I suppose that's what you get accused of when you suddenly have a full conversation with your friends in Orang-utang half an hour before bed at night. Isso funny!
Right, so this is now Sunday. Not Friday anymore. Friday is, like, so two days ago!
Things that went through my head this morning between getting up, taking the bus to work, getting into the shop. This morning did NOT start out all that well and I shall explain in due course. Amongst other things.
First things first. Last night into this morning were another of those non-sleeping sessions. I'm running on the fumes of my fumes, yet I'm coping much better today than I usually when my sleep cycle goes awol on me. Anyway. I mistimed getting done, and as I ran around trying to find my head, I noticed a few things:
1) I didn't repack my comb yesterday;
2) I didn't pack my work shirt for today - thus, I'm wearing a scarlet red T-shirt under my black jersey over black skinny jeans and black canvas slip-ons. I look a bit dark really...;
3) Going back to the comb issue: my hair was in a bun over last night, so undoing it this morning really required a comb. You know, like the one I didn't pack? The only solution was to comb it out as well as I could with my fingers and roll it into an even tighter bun;
4) I didn't sleep, as I've mentioned, and the ost sleep I got over the Friday/Saturday night was maybe two hours. BIG maybe. Now my fumes' fumes have fumes.
I barely got my hair looking tidy and my arse in the car;s seat when I clicked something else: I'd been in such a rush with Julian I'd left the fur coats on my teeth. Naturally, the fur coats were the first thing to go when I walked in the shop this morning. Thank goodness we have a kitchenette-type thingy in the back of the shop.
Some developements have arisen around the shop. They're closing us down at the end of September, when the lease plus its notice of vacation expire. I don't know what will happen to me yet, but I will keep you updated as it happens.
Hitting the Woodbridge Island stop on the way in this morning I saw a soccer player going through some training in the near-pitch-darkness. Right on the grassy piece next to the side of the road, doing hopping squats and such like. I don't know what the things are actually called.
In other news: I'm getting new glasses. As soon as I've paid off the order. A whole R 300. Am I a miser? No. I simply havent been able to get to an FNB to pay the order. Which is valid for three months from time of consultation. I missed the cut-off the last time I had my eyes tested. In my defence, though, I only wanted to change the frames - the new glasses will be completely new, from frame to lenses. She's finally giving me single-visions that I certainly have to wear when I'm reading ro on a computer, and optionally in day-to-day activities like walking, watching TV at night, etc.
Anyway, this is me saying, "Bye for now!" I am kis and I want to start getting the shop sorted out for tomorrow. I just realised I have an empty space on one of the shelves, but I'll leave a note for Gladys saying that I'll refill it tomorrow. WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS!? You have nothing to do with this.
Go and enjoy your day!
Love you
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