Yesterday & todays new artsyfartsy project.
Yesterday was a shitter of a day. When small, simple things fuck up & purposely go out of their way to mess up our day & frustrate you.
It started when the bus man wouldn't accept my perfectly valid bus pass to use on his (applicable) service into town so that I could get into work. So I used what little change I had in my purse to pay for fare. Those coins were supposed to be used for a late-night train ticket home after work. Luckily I had my card, or so I thought.
I arrived in town and dashed to the station to buy my ticket. I plopped my card into the ticket machine, only to find that the card paying system didn't work - despite there not being any out-of-order sign nor any warnings on the payment screen for cards. And then I couldn't get my damned card out.
I went to complain to the station man, but he was all arsey and "it's not my fault, you can't have your card back until the morning. Why didn't you come to the paying desk to get your ticket??"
Well, you should have notified your customers that the card system wasn't working and then I wouldn't be stuck. How do you expect me to get home? I have no money. My money is in my bank acocunt, but I can't get access to it because my card ot stuck in your fucking machine. After 10 minutes of being arsey, he finally agreed to type and stamp a letter allowing me to travel on the train after work.
So, I went to work. I then realised that I'd left my tie & till key at home. Great. So I had to use Jam's till key and borrow somebody's tie. Nick noticed Jam's name come up on our till when I was putting an order through and was all snotty. "You're using Jam's key!" Yes, Nick love, I am indeed. What's his fucking problem? Sometimes he acts all friendly and at other times he's all snotty towards me. It's either because he doesn't like newcomers, is pissed because he didn't get superviser role and so takes it out on the newcomers, or it's because I also have dreads and they're SOO much better than his. Grow up, matey.
So yeah. Work. Shite customers, drunkards the lot of 'em (yes, I know I work in a pub, but the customers are not being asshole drunk on a Friday or Saturday). It's the Sunday Fever. Spillages, snottiness, rudeness, "why is your hair like that? Don't you wash it? Think it looks fucking cool". Riiight. Thanks.
I get to home a few hours early because the work is slow. But that leaves me with a problem - no buses are going back to Gorseinon, no buses are going anywhere NEAR Gorseinon. Buggar. Let's check out the trains. They'll probably have an earlier train. So, I trek up there in the freezing cold, pissed off at work and my feet hurt, to find that there's nobody around in the station. There's also no trains going to Gowerton for hours. The station is freezing; I'm hormonal, tired and emotional.
I then find two nice engineer-types and tell them my predicament. One bald, manly engineer says he'll sort something out for me. I talk to the lovely Jamacian engineer. He's lovely; we talk lots. I then find out that manly engineer has been on the phone to Arriva head control and begged them to get permission for the Carmarthen driver to stop en route at Gowerton station. They're not allowed to stop usually because it delays the train, there could be other trains around that the delay - however small - might mess up their route/journey, plus they'll the have to put the signs up in Gowerton that the train is expected and arriving at whatever time.
Yet, bald, manly engineer sorted it out of me and the driver dropped me off at Gowerton =D The train driver was also lovely and we had a nice chat on the train. I'm gonna get him a free drink in on the weekend.
In other news, did I mention that Dave & I got the funkaay job at Lloyds tsb?
We brought home a new guinea pig - Japser, an english, tricolour silkie. But Jake isn't too fond of him atm. They'll be okay, after a while.
& I'm starting a new -friends only- journal for my writings and surreal/abstract erotica photographs, because they interest me and I want to complicate erotic imagery so that you can't actually SEE what the original picture was of, so it's masked-like, and in turn producing something else erotic-assuming =D
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