Well that was a collossal waste of time.
So I pulled an all nighter, considering that I was running on EST instead of GMT by complete accident, and figured that I'd turn up for work running on the idea that it'd be something like 10pm in the evening, as far as my sleep pattern knew.
I walk to work in the really chilly air, and what do I find?
Nothing, that's what I find.
The shop is dark and locked up. I find Amanda, poor stressed, tired looking Amanda, sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes in her PJs and a hoodie.
"What the heck?" I ask, squinting through the dark.
"No power." she says miserably. "The electricity is gone."
I find this odd, since I was only a few moments previously in my own room talking to lovelylurker on my laptop with no such power problems.
"I phoned the company, they said it was a wire underground, one that controls this shop, the house above it, and the leisure centre next door. None of us three have power." she sighs. "Also we have four hours until the fridge is no longer a fridge but a cupboard, and three hours until we can no longer sell the meat. I've been here since 3am trying to fix it."
"Bugger." I say. "This is really gonna blow isn't it."
At that moment, with a screech of tires Craig appears around the corner in his little car. He jumps out, seemingly aware that he's late, and sees us two staring at him. "Uh, what?"
We explain to him the situation.
"Bugger." he says, lighting up a ciggie for us all to passively kill ourselves on. "Shall I go get something from Greggs?"
In the end we traded turns at talking with the electricity guys, telling customers to sod off (at least until I got tired of being yelled at and put up a sign, listening to the varying levels of irritation that can be put into the single syllable "oh") and reading the newspapers that we couldn't sell.
Now I'm going to bed because bugger this world I am tiiiiired.
I walk to work in the really chilly air, and what do I find?
Nothing, that's what I find.
The shop is dark and locked up. I find Amanda, poor stressed, tired looking Amanda, sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes in her PJs and a hoodie.
"What the heck?" I ask, squinting through the dark.
"No power." she says miserably. "The electricity is gone."
I find this odd, since I was only a few moments previously in my own room talking to lovelylurker on my laptop with no such power problems.
"I phoned the company, they said it was a wire underground, one that controls this shop, the house above it, and the leisure centre next door. None of us three have power." she sighs. "Also we have four hours until the fridge is no longer a fridge but a cupboard, and three hours until we can no longer sell the meat. I've been here since 3am trying to fix it."
"Bugger." I say. "This is really gonna blow isn't it."
At that moment, with a screech of tires Craig appears around the corner in his little car. He jumps out, seemingly aware that he's late, and sees us two staring at him. "Uh, what?"
We explain to him the situation.
"Bugger." he says, lighting up a ciggie for us all to passively kill ourselves on. "Shall I go get something from Greggs?"
In the end we traded turns at talking with the electricity guys, telling customers to sod off (at least until I got tired of being yelled at and put up a sign, listening to the varying levels of irritation that can be put into the single syllable "oh") and reading the newspapers that we couldn't sell.
Now I'm going to bed because bugger this world I am tiiiiired.