Weekly Report
Sometimes stuff just gets on top of you. Sometimes you get down in the dumps without much of a reason – or with lots of little reasons that on their own are nothing but hollow straws, but together can break camels backs. Camels’ backs is grammatically better but aesthetic vandalism.
This has been one of those weeks.
This is not a rant about Stuff That’s Rubbish.
Monday: A brush with that great leveller: the national health service. A long boring clock-ticking wait while my appointment time plodded slowly into the past and the number of restless patients grew increasingly impatient. The stark door stayed shut. I have a knack of timing everything I do with the Spanish Coffee Break, that moment when tools are downed and customers made to wait while compulsory breaks are taken.
Tuesday: Bus Stop Girl was concerned that I’d missed the bus the previous day. I think she likes me, which is understandable because I look good in the mornings in suit and tie and cufflinks. Short dark hair with distinguished greying temples. I set her mind at ease, I hadn’t missed me no bus, I’d had the day off.
Wednesday: I missed the bus. I was at the bus stop at 6.58 yet the 7.00 bus was but a tiny speck in the distance, having rumbled away from the stop two whole minutes earlier. This still didn’t dent my outer armour. I just waited half-an-hour in the fresh morning chill for the next bus – iPod plugged into my ears. I thought about writing a complaint letter but I knew I wouldn’t, the Other Person In The Same Predicament stamped up and down, muttering and smoking. I couldn’t be bothered to talk to him.
Thursday: Bus Stop Girl missed the bus. Then the Builder Man didn’t turn up. I had left work early to be home for him and he didn’t turn up. I was Very Annoyed Indeed.
Friday: My boss gave impromptu unsolicited feedback. This made me Very Annoyed Indeed. This was because she was (a) as my boss, well within her rights to give me feedback, (b) quite articulate and clear in her meaning, and (c) entirely correct. Then two people in my team had a bit of a spat. Not much really, but it made for some emotional doings and I had to do some management doings and this was Not Very Nice because they are both wonderful and I love them and want them to be happy and other nice things.
So now it’s Friday night and I get to have beer and ice-cream and sit with my feet up and watch TV:
A long weekend of DIY awaits.
Beer and Ice-cream? Unthinkable for me. You have them together? LOL
Jose
October 11, 2009 at 11:10
Beer and ice-cream are wonderful, two great things about being alive. I don’t have them at the same time.
zhisou
October 11, 2009 at 17:55
Phew! I was just wondering…
Jose
October 11, 2009 at 19:21
One must have ice-cream with coffee. That what Mrs. Tyger insists, and she is an authority on these things.
tyger
October 11, 2009 at 20:44
My Friday night ice-cream treat comes with feet up and a good movie. The beer comes earlier, there’s nothing like the cut of that bitter fizz to tell you that the week is done.
zhisou
October 12, 2009 at 09:22
Monday: speaking of the NHS, how does the Spanish equivalent compare to Britain’s own health institution?
Tuesday: how do you know that Bus Stop Girl was concerned that you’d missed the bus? Did she actually tell you so? She’s flirting with you then. Dodgy path Zeddie boy, dodgy path.
Wednesday: I can remember running for buses many times as they pulled away from bus stops. Most drivers would see you running but would still drive away whilst watching you through their mirrors, smirking at you as you sweated and cursed. But some drivers were nice and would slow down for you. If you were quick and brave you could grab hold of the vertical hand rail and jump aboard.
Thursday: just as well that Bus Stop Girl missed the bus. I suspect you would have flirted back.
Friday: we have wine and ice-cream – together. It’s truly blissful.
I hope this week is turning out better than last week for you Zeddie. Here’s a beloved smiley for you.
xx
earthpal
October 13, 2009 at 19:21
Monday – not bad actually – the Spanish NHS is generally pretty good.
Tuesday – she told me so. I told you she likes me, but she is married with children and we don’t sit together, so I think I’m on safe ground.
Wednesday – most of the drivers here will slow and let you get on, but recently there has emerged a tendency to leave the stop early. Most worrying because this means leaving the house even earlier.
Thursday – I’ve got to do something while I wait.
Friday – We switch to wine over the winter months. Soon, but it’s still warm and sunny so a beer still does the trick.
zhisou
October 14, 2009 at 05:15
The great problem with the NHS here is that in most autonomical regions – if not in all of them – the NHS service is run by the government of each particular Community, which I believe makes the difference between them. Here, in the Canary Islands things have gone from bad to worse since the Community took over.
Jose
October 14, 2009 at 06:57