So, tonight has gone pretty smoothly. Got in and showed off my
new modded eee PC (Xubuntu, 8gb solid state hard disk, 2gb USB music
storage and Zattoo which lets me watch TV over the Internet) to Mr DJ
who in turn told me that he has got his own radio show from 8pm until
10pm BST on Thursday nights on narcotikradio.com under the name of
SteveJustin. Annoyingly his first show clashes with my intentions
to go to a gig at The Thomas Tripp to see The Dodge Brothers. I
think I will see if I can get Ubuntu to record the stream. Should
be pretty simple to do, I've seen it offered before in one of the
players I use.
Annoyingly The Blonde Bombshell is angry with me at something he isn't
letting on about. Apparently I went on my break and he went
"Grrrrrr!" and stormed through the door. Although apparently his
rage towards me extends to my taste in music. I am currently
sitting in the canteen listening to Linkin Park on my eee PC on
speakers, and I keep getting disapproving looks my way as he works the
stock in the warehouse.
Not a huge amount has happened tonight. Although I did get to do
one of my favourite jobs that mystifies everyone whenever I do
it. I got to work the freezer. I love it in there.
It's -30 and perfect for me. I actually quite often shut the door
behind me (although not fully, as the handle is a b*tch to open from
the inside) and it scares the hell out of whoever I work with. I
walk in there in just a polo shirt and a pair of trousers and think
nothing of spending 10 minutes in there filling my trolley. The
cold doesn't bother me. Thing is, in England if we get a harsh
winter, it can get down to -10. Especially at night, so I have
conditioned myself to be more suited to the cold.
However, I have had one highlight of the night. I got to help a
rather cute customer. Actually, she's a regular and comes in
maybe every other night. And if I am working on the tills, I make
sure I get a very nice little look at her. Anyway, she came up to
me tonight and queried her receipt, which was wrong because of The
Bombshell (ok, not entirely his fault...) so I told her that it was
fine and to go get a refund. She smiled and thanked me, and told
me she worked in a shop and knew how annoying it was to have
complaining customers. I laughed and said it was fine. She
even made a point of coming over to me after she got her refund and
thanking me again. I smiled and told her it was not a
problem. I did mention to Miss C that I could have used smooth
moves and told her that complaining customers weren't a problem if
they're attractive, to which Miss C burst into laughter and said
"Attractive? She looked like Dame Edna Everage, you have strange
taste in women." The Edna Everege comment was referencing the
fact that I also think Evie is cute, and Slaphead calls her Edna
Everege because he can't pronounce her full name.
So, before the delivery arrived, I took my break, drank high caffeine
tea. I love my Yerba Mate tea bags. Easily the best I have
ever tried, and AuraVita will be getting repeat orders from me for
them. 33p per tea bag, delivered, and you can easily make 2 cups
of the stuff from one teabag. It's not being stringy, it's just
how it works. Anyway, off topic. I also munched my herbs
and spices, which give me that extra kick which makes everyone a little
jealous of my phenomenal speed (or "magic" as Miss C puts it).
Except, the magic didn't get to happen. Not when I wanted it to
anyway. And this is a real problem because you see, I time when I
take my medication because if I take it too early then the delivery
isn't there and I am unbearable. Take it too late and I am as
slow as a regular person (one key ingredient is guarana for mental and
physical endurance, another is caffeine tablets, just for a little
kick). The delivery eventually turned up at 4:30am, an hour later
than we normally get it, and then it was another 20 minutes before we
finally got to work it, Which wasn't as effective as the others
hoped because I was already in full of hyperactive mode. If it
hits when I am working stock then this is great because I throw myself
into my work, but if it hits before, when I am talking, then I become
really talkative. Not good. Still, I made up for it because
at 6:30am I was the only one doing any work. Miss C was busy
chatting with Princess Chav, and The Bombshell was busy making himself
look busy for CCTV. I commented on it to both of them and both of
them said that it was almost time to go home. Ah well, CCTV never
lies, and Pedro will almost certainly be reviewing it, if not, Queen
Chav will.
Anyway, today I have decided that I am going to have what I term a
Canarian breakfast. It bears no resemblance to what the Canarians
eat, but it is what I eat in Gran Canaria whenever I go there. A
big full English breakfast (sausage, bacon, and mushrooms) and then
some pancakes. Washed down with Cava (poor man's champagne for
those who aren't in the know about wine). Then I plan to spend
the afternoon playing with Windows and the BBC iPlayer. I hate
Windows, but it's the only way to get done what I need to do. And
I seriously cannot elaborate any more than that. You see, my
plans are probably legal, but also probably seriously frowned on by the
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