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Today has been One of Those Days. No major problems, but enough crappy little incidents accumulated to make you think that staying in bed might've been a good idea.
First, my lipstick broke in two. As I was applying it. Then I got one of the few tram drivers in this city who believes that his passengers are children and should be treated as such. He refused to move from a stop until everybody got out of the stairwells to one side, even though they were on the side where the doors stayed shut and the tram was packed. Once I got down to the train station I discovered just what a dick the ticket machine that lets you buy via EFTPOS can be - it took about five goes before I finally managed to make the purchase. Work itself was fine, though I got the lovely task of labelling what probably ended up being over five hundred envelopes. But I know someone has to do it, and at least I'm being paid for the pleasure. Right after I finished the labels, however, a tooth started aching and it hasn't stopped since.
On the way back into the city my implant batteries decided to conk out. This usually wouldn't be a problem, but it was right before I was due to get out and change to another train so I could run some errands before going home (I finish at four, so that makes some sense). I didn't want to be fiddling with batteries and miss my stop, and the second train trip would take me two stops up the city circle so no time there either. This meant ten minutes in total silence in a crowded environment where anything could be happening. I knew where I was going, so luckily I wasn't put out by needing to talk to anyone. But I would've liked casual conversation with the young woman next to me who had a newborn baby on her shoulder, and I'm always paaranoid people might be asking me things - like if I need any help - and they'll think I'm ignoring them. At least with the implant I can pick up enough of their voices to know that.
I went into hyper alert mode. I watched people's faces more than I usually do for any sign of general bewilderment or concern. I kept checking where we were on the line, even though it was only a couple of stops. I felt the grinding of the escalators at the bottom and then the top of the stairs more than usual. And I looked around me, the wind from the escalator-tunnel rushing past, and I saw people everywhere who seemed to be making no noise at all. I remembered what it used to be like.
The new batteries went in once I got out of the station, which led to a sense of relief until I noticed that it was bang on five o'clock and the alterations place I was headed for had just shut. It seemed to be the only place in the whole shopping centre that had closed down, though I'm sure it wasn't. I got home to be told that our recycling bin had been stolen. Not usually a big problem, but our ordinary bin got nicked last week, so now we have nothing. And we'll have to pay for a replacement for the recycling bin since you're only allowed one free replacement under council rules.
Then I noticed some aggro on a committee I'm on which meets mostly via email. It's serious aggro too, and not internally focused nor unjustified. Which is funny, really, because when it's petty internal bickering you find yourself wishing for something worth getting angry about. After that, we orded dinner and they showed up with only one dessert when we'd asked for two.
Gah. At least I've vented now. And I'll be going to bed soon, but not before I find a few good things to say about today in order to balance this out. I think I'll post them separately.
First, my lipstick broke in two. As I was applying it. Then I got one of the few tram drivers in this city who believes that his passengers are children and should be treated as such. He refused to move from a stop until everybody got out of the stairwells to one side, even though they were on the side where the doors stayed shut and the tram was packed. Once I got down to the train station I discovered just what a dick the ticket machine that lets you buy via EFTPOS can be - it took about five goes before I finally managed to make the purchase. Work itself was fine, though I got the lovely task of labelling what probably ended up being over five hundred envelopes. But I know someone has to do it, and at least I'm being paid for the pleasure. Right after I finished the labels, however, a tooth started aching and it hasn't stopped since.
On the way back into the city my implant batteries decided to conk out. This usually wouldn't be a problem, but it was right before I was due to get out and change to another train so I could run some errands before going home (I finish at four, so that makes some sense). I didn't want to be fiddling with batteries and miss my stop, and the second train trip would take me two stops up the city circle so no time there either. This meant ten minutes in total silence in a crowded environment where anything could be happening. I knew where I was going, so luckily I wasn't put out by needing to talk to anyone. But I would've liked casual conversation with the young woman next to me who had a newborn baby on her shoulder, and I'm always paaranoid people might be asking me things - like if I need any help - and they'll think I'm ignoring them. At least with the implant I can pick up enough of their voices to know that.
I went into hyper alert mode. I watched people's faces more than I usually do for any sign of general bewilderment or concern. I kept checking where we were on the line, even though it was only a couple of stops. I felt the grinding of the escalators at the bottom and then the top of the stairs more than usual. And I looked around me, the wind from the escalator-tunnel rushing past, and I saw people everywhere who seemed to be making no noise at all. I remembered what it used to be like.
The new batteries went in once I got out of the station, which led to a sense of relief until I noticed that it was bang on five o'clock and the alterations place I was headed for had just shut. It seemed to be the only place in the whole shopping centre that had closed down, though I'm sure it wasn't. I got home to be told that our recycling bin had been stolen. Not usually a big problem, but our ordinary bin got nicked last week, so now we have nothing. And we'll have to pay for a replacement for the recycling bin since you're only allowed one free replacement under council rules.
Then I noticed some aggro on a committee I'm on which meets mostly via email. It's serious aggro too, and not internally focused nor unjustified. Which is funny, really, because when it's petty internal bickering you find yourself wishing for something worth getting angry about. After that, we orded dinner and they showed up with only one dessert when we'd asked for two.
Gah. At least I've vented now. And I'll be going to bed soon, but not before I find a few good things to say about today in order to balance this out. I think I'll post them separately.
