Random burblings since 1999
A one-legged man in a wheelchair, asleep. A bottle of gin propped in his lap.
A Hare Krishna being told to piss off when asking someone to smile.
A large heavyset man, tattoos and scars in abundance, carrying a floral dress on a hanger.
Hundreds of people like me, wandering lost in a city at lunchtime. Observing.
I wonder what they think of me?
Last week a colleague decided to make his laptop a cup of tea. The laptop didn’t like it (not enough milk I think) and threw a hissy fit* before going in the huff. He needed a laptop similar to his to take with him on a business trip this week and, as I was off for three days last week, I offered mine to allow him time to get it all setup properly. Ain’t I nice.
The deal was that his laptop (the one in the huff) would be sent away (presumably for therapy and group hugs) and I’d take it when it came back. I figured if it was sent away on Wednesday last week then I’d have a replacement by Wednesday this week, or Thursday at the very latest.
When did they send it away?
Friday afternoon.
Feckin arseflaps. Essentially that means I’m without my laptop for the week, and I’m not expecting a replacement until Monday NEXT week. I’m currently stuck on an old, tiny screened (10″) redundant brick. It takes about 20 minutes to start, presuming you can find the crank handle. Needless to say I’m a bit pissed off. Well I was, but a wee stroll at lunchtime has helped.
* Blew the motherboard, his hard drive was OK.
Lots to think and say. Lots to do. Things to mention, news to ponder, energy for none.
I’m off to bed. At 9.35pm.
I walked through the doors to the waiting room at 9.28 a.m. I told the receptionist that I was there to see Dr.Fulton, she checked her records, handed me my folder (they still use paper, how quaint), and told me to go straight down to room eight.
I wander down the corridor, glance at my watch and see it’s now precisely 9.30 a.m. I knock on the door and I’m ushered in.
Two minutes later I’m walking back out of the surgery, having had my mole checked, to await an appointment to have it removed.
I could almost feel the glares of the people who were in the waiting room, who were STILL in the waiting room.
I was *this* close to turning round and saying something but decided better of it… we can’t ALL be special now, can we.
Completely forgot about this. No Blogathon this year but there was a blog project thingy.. anyhooo… I had meant to post a link and try and guilt you all into donating but… well hopefully it’s not to late to mention. Francesca is the ladies name, and she is blogging for the Depression Alliance. Zed and Jennie brought her to my attention, but alas it slipped my mind.
However I think there may still be time to get over there and donate.
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