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Mar. 25th, 2006 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, Simon is currently lying in my bed, passed out except to gulp down water to try and make the hangover go away. I can hear Katie being sick every so often. And I? Am both awake and perky. I had a prawn cracker for breakfast and I feel fine, and even feel like singing.
Why yes, I am feeling smug, but to be honest, I think I deserve it.
Work was absolutely painful bloody hell. It began - and this was on the way in with the windscreen wiper blade in front of driver side falling off. Needless to say, I flailed a lot, ran in, told them my car was broken, and proceeded to try and re-attach it whilst simultaneously phoning my father, the other delivery drivers, a taxi to take the food that was waiting to the various houses it needed to go to, looking for my RAC card and trying to explain to my boss what was wrong. Turned out my RAC coverage didn't cover this, so Dad automatically assumed that I could try and fix it. Metal. Driving rain. I'm a complete imbecile with anything vaguely car-related like this. It did not go well and I decided it was entirely broken.
So. I'm illegally parked, it's pissing it down with rain and there's just no chance of any work getting done, so I went to tell my boss that.
I am then made to drive to the garage in the pouring rain without any windscreen wipers. I HAD MY ACTUAL HEAD STUCK OUT OF THE ACTUAL DRIVER WINDOW AT ACTUAL ROUNDABOUTS. Seriously, it was the most terrifying thing I have ever done in my existence and I am amazed that I am not dead. So was the very nice man in the only garage that was open (thank god - it was only the second one I visited) and luckily thy had a windscreen wiper blade that fitted.
So this, you would think, would be the perfect opportunity to just go home and have a good rant and end my night there. But no. Oh ho, no. I went back to work because I am an idiot, and on rainy nights, rich people who live on the very outskirts of town order Chinese, and the bastards don't bastarding tip.
Last night was just a wee bit rage-filled. Luckily, I was able to be home by about 10.15pm, where I frantically ate Chinese and shouted a lot whilst drying off, and then I went to the Bop. It was quite a quiet night, but I made up for it by being very very drunk. Katie and I tap-danced at one point, and there was the Time Warp, and basically we were that drunk we fell in a taxi to get home.
Oh, the shame. And I spent my entire night's earnings. Oh well. I'm working tonight and tomorrow night - lucky me! I shall make yet more money! Which I will not spend on alcohol because despite my current chirpy nature I'm not feeling that fab yet.
Right. I am going for a shower and then I have to take Sarah to Leuchars. People are leaving and it is sad.
[eta: no, no, it was Simon being sick. He woke up long enough to tell me that he had no memory of the previous night. "We got a taxi and then there is... nothing," he said, wincing a bit at the CRUEL CRUEL LIGHT.
"Really?" I said.
"Really. Seriously, what happened?"
I stared, completely poker-faced. "You mean... you don't remember kissing Katie?"
He looked absolutely horrified for about twenty seconds until I took pity by howling with laughter. I shouldn't play with his brain but it is funny to do so.]
~Hathy_Col~
Why yes, I am feeling smug, but to be honest, I think I deserve it.
Work was absolutely painful bloody hell. It began - and this was on the way in with the windscreen wiper blade in front of driver side falling off. Needless to say, I flailed a lot, ran in, told them my car was broken, and proceeded to try and re-attach it whilst simultaneously phoning my father, the other delivery drivers, a taxi to take the food that was waiting to the various houses it needed to go to, looking for my RAC card and trying to explain to my boss what was wrong. Turned out my RAC coverage didn't cover this, so Dad automatically assumed that I could try and fix it. Metal. Driving rain. I'm a complete imbecile with anything vaguely car-related like this. It did not go well and I decided it was entirely broken.
So. I'm illegally parked, it's pissing it down with rain and there's just no chance of any work getting done, so I went to tell my boss that.
I am then made to drive to the garage in the pouring rain without any windscreen wipers. I HAD MY ACTUAL HEAD STUCK OUT OF THE ACTUAL DRIVER WINDOW AT ACTUAL ROUNDABOUTS. Seriously, it was the most terrifying thing I have ever done in my existence and I am amazed that I am not dead. So was the very nice man in the only garage that was open (thank god - it was only the second one I visited) and luckily thy had a windscreen wiper blade that fitted.
So this, you would think, would be the perfect opportunity to just go home and have a good rant and end my night there. But no. Oh ho, no. I went back to work because I am an idiot, and on rainy nights, rich people who live on the very outskirts of town order Chinese, and the bastards don't bastarding tip.
Last night was just a wee bit rage-filled. Luckily, I was able to be home by about 10.15pm, where I frantically ate Chinese and shouted a lot whilst drying off, and then I went to the Bop. It was quite a quiet night, but I made up for it by being very very drunk. Katie and I tap-danced at one point, and there was the Time Warp, and basically we were that drunk we fell in a taxi to get home.
Oh, the shame. And I spent my entire night's earnings. Oh well. I'm working tonight and tomorrow night - lucky me! I shall make yet more money! Which I will not spend on alcohol because despite my current chirpy nature I'm not feeling that fab yet.
Right. I am going for a shower and then I have to take Sarah to Leuchars. People are leaving and it is sad.
[eta: no, no, it was Simon being sick. He woke up long enough to tell me that he had no memory of the previous night. "We got a taxi and then there is... nothing," he said, wincing a bit at the CRUEL CRUEL LIGHT.
"Really?" I said.
"Really. Seriously, what happened?"
I stared, completely poker-faced. "You mean... you don't remember kissing Katie?"
He looked absolutely horrified for about twenty seconds until I took pity by howling with laughter. I shouldn't play with his brain but it is funny to do so.]
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-03-25 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-25 11:30 pm (UTC)Simon drunk is also quite funny. He's exactly the same but slurs a lot. And then swears down blind that he didn't.
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Date: 2006-03-26 01:34 pm (UTC)i wanna create a 'people who arent mohawk' one
what do i do?
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Date: 2006-03-31 01:29 pm (UTC)grrr.
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