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Apr. 9th, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I am on call. I got all excited due a flurry of, uh, two customers in the first hour and sort of hoped that I might be able to actually make some money, but that was a silly, silly hope. There have been no more customers thus far, and I actually phoned up Sarah and Derya to let them know I would give them a lift if it stayed this way, as opposed to the original response of "Buggar off, you should have asked before you boarded the train for I am AT WORK Y'ALL!" which was while I was driving. I am a Bad Driver. Speaking of, Dad also reckons that my brake pads are Teh Fucked, which means I have to get up at eight tomorrow morning for the purpose of taking my car to the garage. The garage is a long walk from my house, too, but not enough for a shiny bus to be available.
What a fun start to term this shall be.
Simon's phone has been consistently Not Working for a long while now, and it's finally given up the ghost, so I had sort of resigned myself to not getting anything in the way of conversation with El Bloke for two weeks and being happy enough with it. However, I got a very blurry phone call (I shrieked "SIMON!" down the phone possibly too enthusiastically) and then I got a text message with a number in it. Attempted it and reached what I suspect was a Polish prostitute, but on second go I phoned Simon! On a payphone! But yay! And there was conversation! Okay, it was short (half an hour of buggaring around and actually trying to make aforementioned contact does that) but yay. I did a little dance of joy. It was quite pathetic, I freely admit, but YAY CONVERSATION.
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Jesus, work really was slow tonight. I made a grand total of £7 in an evening of work. Oh, w00t. I did, however, get my free meal. It is wonderful how it shares to three people at a push. I AM LIKE A CUT-PRICE JESUS.
Okay. I have lots and lots to do and it is slighty scary, but at least getting out of my pit early tomorrow morning means I might go the library. You know. Maybe.
~Hathy_Col~
What a fun start to term this shall be.
Simon's phone has been consistently Not Working for a long while now, and it's finally given up the ghost, so I had sort of resigned myself to not getting anything in the way of conversation with El Bloke for two weeks and being happy enough with it. However, I got a very blurry phone call (I shrieked "SIMON!" down the phone possibly too enthusiastically) and then I got a text message with a number in it. Attempted it and reached what I suspect was a Polish prostitute, but on second go I phoned Simon! On a payphone! But yay! And there was conversation! Okay, it was short (half an hour of buggaring around and actually trying to make aforementioned contact does that) but yay. I did a little dance of joy. It was quite pathetic, I freely admit, but YAY CONVERSATION.
...
Jesus, work really was slow tonight. I made a grand total of £7 in an evening of work. Oh, w00t. I did, however, get my free meal. It is wonderful how it shares to three people at a push. I AM LIKE A CUT-PRICE JESUS.
Okay. I have lots and lots to do and it is slighty scary, but at least getting out of my pit early tomorrow morning means I might go the library. You know. Maybe.
~Hathy_Col~
