I'm pretty sure I can use anything as an excuse not to do anything else. This week I've excelled at this skill, my washing machine has been out of order, I've used this as an excuse not to do all of the following; the washing up, hoovering, wear a shirt, make a phone call, go to bed, try and fix the washing machine. Oddly I didn't use as an excuse not to wash my clothes, I kept trying, which of course only made the problem worse and the uses for excuse more frequent.
On top of this my glasses broke, yes, it's been an unfortunate week, and obviously this was like the goose that laid the golden excuse to me. It's been brilliant.
So it is with mixed feelings that I've lived through the last 48 hours, receiving my new spectacles and having a man make the machine work again. Even worse when the cause of the broken tumbler was revealed to simply be a kinked hose, and that if I'd been any sort of a man I'd have dragged out the machine, spotted the problem, fixed it, and got on with my life. This would have taken about 5 minutes and given me a great sense of achievement, whilst my actual course of action was to search unenthusiastically for some instructions, give up and spend 9 days half-heartedly playing voicemail tennis with the landlord and various sub-contracted companies, before having to avoid eye contact with a man who came out in the evening, clearly missing out on setting fireworks for his kids, to solve the whole thing in 5 minutes without even deholstering his screwdriver. Which believe it or not did not fill me with a sense of achievement.
Sure I can see and have clean clothes, but at what cost?
It's OK though, my remote control won't turn the sound on the TV up, it'll turn it down, but not up, this probably means I don't have to go to work tomorrow.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
Bums on seats.
Do you think bus drivers feel better when their bus is full?
Do they go home feeling like they've done a better days work if they've ferried more people around, like the day has been more worthwhile. Or are passengers an annoyance, a hassle, extra notches of stress. I mean, I prefer driving alone, I don't have the pressure of being responsible for my passengers safety, or their judgement when I make a mistake, I can turn the stereo up and sing along without embarrassment, but essentially my journey is selfish, it helps nobody but myself. A full car/bus would mean more people helped, less carbon footprint (per person) and a feeling of some sense of community created from my task, but would increase my tension levels potentially leading to future health issues, plus if i do balls it up, more people are at risk.
I don't think I could be a bus driver, it's a straight choice between the guilt of the wasteful and the stress of the protector, it's just too much. Hail to the bus driver, bus driver man.
Do they go home feeling like they've done a better days work if they've ferried more people around, like the day has been more worthwhile. Or are passengers an annoyance, a hassle, extra notches of stress. I mean, I prefer driving alone, I don't have the pressure of being responsible for my passengers safety, or their judgement when I make a mistake, I can turn the stereo up and sing along without embarrassment, but essentially my journey is selfish, it helps nobody but myself. A full car/bus would mean more people helped, less carbon footprint (per person) and a feeling of some sense of community created from my task, but would increase my tension levels potentially leading to future health issues, plus if i do balls it up, more people are at risk.
I don't think I could be a bus driver, it's a straight choice between the guilt of the wasteful and the stress of the protector, it's just too much. Hail to the bus driver, bus driver man.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
I can see the pub from 'ere!
Have I ever told you about my clock before?
It's got a radio receiver in it, or some similar fancy technology, which means it automatically learns the time from time signals in the ether. I never have to set it, or correct it, it just sorts itself out. Neat, eh?
Well, since the clocks went back last weekend, it has taken to just spinning constantly at the rate of about 3 hours a minute. This can mean only one of two things. Perhaps time itself has disappeared, we now exist in a timeless space, 3 dimensions and that's it, which is an awful lot for my head to deal, for one, do i go to work tomorrow or will it still be today which is my day off although i it has been today all week then why did anyone show up all last week. It's possible, I'm no expert on these matters, but like the emotions of a lady, I've no real hope of understanding it.
Assuming that time still exists, it can only mean that for the last 7 days I've been hurtling, at quite a speed, into the future. I had no preconceptions of what this might be like, so I'm happy to accept that this is indeed the case, I am by default the most amazing human being to have ever lived and you should be honoured that I am communicating with you from the future. I can answer any questions you have about the future, but essentially, it's still raining, James May is still on TV and yes, your bum does look big in that.
Enjoy the present chumps, see you when you catch up.
It's got a radio receiver in it, or some similar fancy technology, which means it automatically learns the time from time signals in the ether. I never have to set it, or correct it, it just sorts itself out. Neat, eh?
Well, since the clocks went back last weekend, it has taken to just spinning constantly at the rate of about 3 hours a minute. This can mean only one of two things. Perhaps time itself has disappeared, we now exist in a timeless space, 3 dimensions and that's it, which is an awful lot for my head to deal, for one, do i go to work tomorrow or will it still be today which is my day off although i it has been today all week then why did anyone show up all last week. It's possible, I'm no expert on these matters, but like the emotions of a lady, I've no real hope of understanding it.
Assuming that time still exists, it can only mean that for the last 7 days I've been hurtling, at quite a speed, into the future. I had no preconceptions of what this might be like, so I'm happy to accept that this is indeed the case, I am by default the most amazing human being to have ever lived and you should be honoured that I am communicating with you from the future. I can answer any questions you have about the future, but essentially, it's still raining, James May is still on TV and yes, your bum does look big in that.
Enjoy the present chumps, see you when you catch up.
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