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lady_t_220Today is a day where LT wanders around a lot rather sullenly, muttering "fuck" repeatedly in the hopes that it will make everything seem like a bit less of an irritation.
Work... full of morons who have nothing better to do than complain.
Stinky European guy in 9 - Unplug the room perfumer for me. I can't find it, he says... Try looking at the freaking plug socket then you stupid little man. You can't miss it, it's right by the TV set. You know, that thing you leave switched on even when you've gone out for the day...
Whingy old woman in 15 - The bedsheets keep wrinkling up underneath me while I'm asleep. I know it's not my fault because I don't move in my sleep, so make sure they're tucked in tightly. Have you tried using a hospital corner...? she moans. Not that I'm complaining, she hastily amends. Well obviously you are or you wouldn't have mentioned it, and anyway it's not MY fault you wriggle in your sleep no matter what you say. And it's not MY fault because it's not a problem with the sheets, it's the mattress cover that's wrinlking. And that's also not MY fault because it's just a fraction too big for the bed, a slight physical dilema I can do nothing to solve.
Oh and then the man in room 10 was whining that his door was left unlocked yesterday. Not that I could do much about that either because R had wandered off with the relevant set of keys, and not that it mattered anyway because there's no one but us in the whole damned building and I hardly think any of us are going to steal his dirty laundry or half a bag of Sainsbury's liquorice allsorts.
Oh and then we're apparently spending too long on our breaks so we have to learn how to drink faster so we can get back to work and spend a lot less time sitting down...
And then on the one day I don't have my car, not only does it start to rain before I can get home, but the bus is late so it takes literally 3 times as long as it would have if I was driving...
And generally it goes on and on like that.
All in all, a frustrating day in LT land, and one where the remainder is best spent wallowing in a combination of self-pity, cream buns and mindless summer popcorn movies.
Work... full of morons who have nothing better to do than complain.
Stinky European guy in 9 - Unplug the room perfumer for me. I can't find it, he says... Try looking at the freaking plug socket then you stupid little man. You can't miss it, it's right by the TV set. You know, that thing you leave switched on even when you've gone out for the day...
Whingy old woman in 15 - The bedsheets keep wrinkling up underneath me while I'm asleep. I know it's not my fault because I don't move in my sleep, so make sure they're tucked in tightly. Have you tried using a hospital corner...? she moans. Not that I'm complaining, she hastily amends. Well obviously you are or you wouldn't have mentioned it, and anyway it's not MY fault you wriggle in your sleep no matter what you say. And it's not MY fault because it's not a problem with the sheets, it's the mattress cover that's wrinlking. And that's also not MY fault because it's just a fraction too big for the bed, a slight physical dilema I can do nothing to solve.
Oh and then the man in room 10 was whining that his door was left unlocked yesterday. Not that I could do much about that either because R had wandered off with the relevant set of keys, and not that it mattered anyway because there's no one but us in the whole damned building and I hardly think any of us are going to steal his dirty laundry or half a bag of Sainsbury's liquorice allsorts.
Oh and then we're apparently spending too long on our breaks so we have to learn how to drink faster so we can get back to work and spend a lot less time sitting down...
And then on the one day I don't have my car, not only does it start to rain before I can get home, but the bus is late so it takes literally 3 times as long as it would have if I was driving...
And generally it goes on and on like that.
All in all, a frustrating day in LT land, and one where the remainder is best spent wallowing in a combination of self-pity, cream buns and mindless summer popcorn movies.
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Date: 2003-06-18 10:13 am (UTC)Poor dear.... have another cream bun and put your feet up.
(what the heck's a cream bun?)
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Date: 2003-06-18 10:20 am (UTC)And it's like a bun, right... with cream in.
(A bun being a kind of sweet bready/cakey thing, a little bit like a soft white breadroll but made with sugar and a pinch of cinnamon with white icing on top. So a cream bun is just a bun that's been split open and filled with whipped cream. And very nice they are too. Sometimes known as a Swiss bun too, depends where you buy them.)
Mmmmmm
Date: 2003-06-18 11:13 am (UTC)Re: Mmmmmm
Date: 2003-06-18 11:45 am (UTC)Re: and once again...
Date: 2003-06-18 11:46 am (UTC)