Lazing on a Sunday afternoon
So here I am, sat on my own sofa in my own front room with a glass of wine listening to Radio 3, posting a quick update before I crack on with some work. Life is pretty good, you know?
This weekend has not been a particularly hectic one thus far, but I have got some needful things done.
Yesterday I caught up on the sleep I missed due to Thursday's insomnia and then went into town to do a quick bit of shopping for house bits and pieces. I came home with a soap dish, magazine rack and storage box for the bathroom (all of which were on the list) and a rather spiffy floor cushion that just jumped into my bag when I wasn't looking, honest. The cushion was quite naughty really because money is much tighter than I am used to now it's just me, but the rest of my shopping list was rather cheaper than I was expecting so I don't think I'll be out on the street any time soon.
I also came home pissed off with shop assistants in general, which was probably a little bit unreasonable but yesterday was not a good day on the common courtesy front. I was served by six people in total I think, only two of which demonstrated any kind of manners whatsoever and one of those had clearly not been very well trained. I know I sound like Hyacinth Bucket (UK reference, I think - maple_clef, you know what I'm talking about, right?) but is it too much to ask that when someone is serving me they are not on the phone to their friends at the same time or that they actually communicate with, you know, words rather than strange looking gestures? Really. One person actually tried to run away from me when I was trying to ask him a question and then "explained" when I cornered him that I was the third person to ask him a question in 10 minutes and therefore I was "stressing him out". Don't get me wrong - I know retail is hard work and that most of these issues are due to the fact that shops are understaffed and people get no training but it still just grates on me. I am trying to give them my money for heavens' sake. It would be nice to get some proper service in return. Grr :/
Today has been much mellower however, hence the icon. Mostly I have done a bit a work and demonstrated my granola eating hippy credentials by shopping at my local Co-op rather than the huge Tescos just around the corner (think Wal-Mart, but more expensive). I even managed to earn myself double hippy points by remembering to take my cloth bags with me so I didn't have to add more plastic to the landfill. Go me! What with that and signing up for the local recycling scheme this week I am feeling most virtuous :)
Oh, and I may have also written 90% of my first Firefly fanfic. Wash/Zoe rather unsurprisingly. Anyone want to volunteer to beta it before I post it to mums_for_mal? It should be done either this evening or tomorrow I would think.
*scurries off to hide under a rock* ;)
ETA: Am also wearing sassy short skirt today that has been in my wardrobe for 6 months waiting for me to get up enough courage to wear it out of the house. Given that noone has laughed out loud or dived into the nearest hedge when they saw me I can only conclude that it looks perfectly fine. I am a 35-year-old woman with nice legs! W00t!
This weekend has not been a particularly hectic one thus far, but I have got some needful things done.
Yesterday I caught up on the sleep I missed due to Thursday's insomnia and then went into town to do a quick bit of shopping for house bits and pieces. I came home with a soap dish, magazine rack and storage box for the bathroom (all of which were on the list) and a rather spiffy floor cushion that just jumped into my bag when I wasn't looking, honest. The cushion was quite naughty really because money is much tighter than I am used to now it's just me, but the rest of my shopping list was rather cheaper than I was expecting so I don't think I'll be out on the street any time soon.
I also came home pissed off with shop assistants in general, which was probably a little bit unreasonable but yesterday was not a good day on the common courtesy front. I was served by six people in total I think, only two of which demonstrated any kind of manners whatsoever and one of those had clearly not been very well trained. I know I sound like Hyacinth Bucket (UK reference, I think - maple_clef, you know what I'm talking about, right?) but is it too much to ask that when someone is serving me they are not on the phone to their friends at the same time or that they actually communicate with, you know, words rather than strange looking gestures? Really. One person actually tried to run away from me when I was trying to ask him a question and then "explained" when I cornered him that I was the third person to ask him a question in 10 minutes and therefore I was "stressing him out". Don't get me wrong - I know retail is hard work and that most of these issues are due to the fact that shops are understaffed and people get no training but it still just grates on me. I am trying to give them my money for heavens' sake. It would be nice to get some proper service in return. Grr :/
Today has been much mellower however, hence the icon. Mostly I have done a bit a work and demonstrated my granola eating hippy credentials by shopping at my local Co-op rather than the huge Tescos just around the corner (think Wal-Mart, but more expensive). I even managed to earn myself double hippy points by remembering to take my cloth bags with me so I didn't have to add more plastic to the landfill. Go me! What with that and signing up for the local recycling scheme this week I am feeling most virtuous :)
Oh, and I may have also written 90% of my first Firefly fanfic. Wash/Zoe rather unsurprisingly. Anyone want to volunteer to beta it before I post it to mums_for_mal? It should be done either this evening or tomorrow I would think.
*scurries off to hide under a rock* ;)
ETA: Am also wearing sassy short skirt today that has been in my wardrobe for 6 months waiting for me to get up enough courage to wear it out of the house. Given that noone has laughed out loud or dived into the nearest hedge when they saw me I can only conclude that it looks perfectly fine. I am a 35-year-old woman with nice legs! W00t!