...so tired...
How my day was supposed to go
I knew that before the usual basetball game at 21:00, there was a veterans game I wanted to see for its nostalgia value. That was scheduled for 18:30, so I had to finish my other tasks by that time. It's my free day, you see. So no problem there. The tasks at hand were:
How my day actually went.
Just as I finished breakfast and wanted to go to the garage, I got a phone call from the charity to which I pledged my old VCR and DVD player. Finally they remembered. "I'll be there in 40 minutes" said the guy, so I couldn't go to the garage, or to the store, or practice for an hour. So I just arranged the house a bit so as not to shame myself when he arrives.
He came, he saw, he took the appliances. About an hour later than I planned, I headed for the garage.
And here is where it all went wrong: I mentioned the fact that this is the fifth time the bulb burned, and I'd like them to check if there is any electrical problem.
"Sure" they said. "OK, so can I come back in an hour to pick the scooter?" "No, if we're going to check it, it will take a while. Leave us your phone number and if you still want to come and we haven't called, call us first to make sure".
That ruled out the post office on the way back. I took a taxi back home. That is, I wanted to, but I was out of cash. Completely. So I had to go look for a bank first. Eventually I found one with an ATM, got money, got taxi, got home, did my shopping, had it delivered, prepared lunch. Then, at about 3PM, I tried the garage. "Not ready yet, sorry. It will be ready by the end of the work day - around 16:30".
So still no post office. I sat down to do my calligraphy practice. Then took a taxi back to the garage. I didn't get a chance to put away my groceries, and I figured I'll do that when I'm back.
But they still haven't finished with my scooter! I waited a while, and then the mechanic or electrician or whoever was working on it announced that it will only be ready tomorrow.
Um, what? It was just a burned headlight! Next thing you'll tell me you had to take a flight to Korea to get the electric system checked by the manufacturers... (Of course I didn't say that out loud)
So the garage representative (another person, the one who talks to clients) decides to give me a substitute scooter (despite the alarming weather forecast for tomorrow), and fits me up with a 50cc Vespa. And it has about 2cc of gasoline in its tank, so he advises me to put a litre of gas in it. I'm fine with that, it's not going to require a mortgage. But it means I need to look for a gas station. And I thought I knew where one was, close to that garage, but it turned out that I remembered wrong. So I drive here and there across town in search of a gas station, with a large light warning me that I'm about to run on fumes. Eventually I came near enough to my neighborhood to just stop at my usual gas station.
But it was the ride that was scary. It's a tall scooter. It doesn't react nicely to the throttle and brakes as soon as I let go of it. The mirrors were not set right (easily fixed - after I got home...), and I can't reach the signal without letting go of the left brake. It was a scary ride home. And when I finally landed safely under the tree in our yard... I remembered about the post office.
So I wore all the protection again and took off to the post office, and this was already 17:00. When I got there, it turned out that the post office moved to a new address. Not far away. OK, ride to the correct address. I parked, and started looking for the post office. But there was no sign of it.
It took me about 20 minutes to discover that the post office was at the back of the building. There was no mention of it in the note on the wall in the old office. And now I had to wait my turn, pick my parcel, and go back home.
By the time I got back home (again), on that tired Vespa, it was nearly 18:00. All I had time to do was drink something, and run off to the game. And here I am, after midnight, my team lost (though the veteran team won). And only now I've finished putting away my groceries.
And did I mention a call from work because both one of the databases ran out of space, and the application I wrote yesterday didn't seem to work with Mirs and they couldn't figure out why for themselves?
I am going to so sleep tonight, they'll need extra special thunders to wake me...
I knew that before the usual basetball game at 21:00, there was a veterans game I wanted to see for its nostalgia value. That was scheduled for 18:30, so I had to finish my other tasks by that time. It's my free day, you see. So no problem there. The tasks at hand were:
- Head light burned again on my scooter, so I had to take it to the garage.
- Pick up the book my mom sent me at the post office.
- Practice calligraphy for an hour.
- Shop for groceries for the week.
How my day actually went.
Just as I finished breakfast and wanted to go to the garage, I got a phone call from the charity to which I pledged my old VCR and DVD player. Finally they remembered. "I'll be there in 40 minutes" said the guy, so I couldn't go to the garage, or to the store, or practice for an hour. So I just arranged the house a bit so as not to shame myself when he arrives.
He came, he saw, he took the appliances. About an hour later than I planned, I headed for the garage.
And here is where it all went wrong: I mentioned the fact that this is the fifth time the bulb burned, and I'd like them to check if there is any electrical problem.
"Sure" they said. "OK, so can I come back in an hour to pick the scooter?" "No, if we're going to check it, it will take a while. Leave us your phone number and if you still want to come and we haven't called, call us first to make sure".
That ruled out the post office on the way back. I took a taxi back home. That is, I wanted to, but I was out of cash. Completely. So I had to go look for a bank first. Eventually I found one with an ATM, got money, got taxi, got home, did my shopping, had it delivered, prepared lunch. Then, at about 3PM, I tried the garage. "Not ready yet, sorry. It will be ready by the end of the work day - around 16:30".
So still no post office. I sat down to do my calligraphy practice. Then took a taxi back to the garage. I didn't get a chance to put away my groceries, and I figured I'll do that when I'm back.
But they still haven't finished with my scooter! I waited a while, and then the mechanic or electrician or whoever was working on it announced that it will only be ready tomorrow.
Um, what? It was just a burned headlight! Next thing you'll tell me you had to take a flight to Korea to get the electric system checked by the manufacturers... (Of course I didn't say that out loud)
So the garage representative (another person, the one who talks to clients) decides to give me a substitute scooter (despite the alarming weather forecast for tomorrow), and fits me up with a 50cc Vespa. And it has about 2cc of gasoline in its tank, so he advises me to put a litre of gas in it. I'm fine with that, it's not going to require a mortgage. But it means I need to look for a gas station. And I thought I knew where one was, close to that garage, but it turned out that I remembered wrong. So I drive here and there across town in search of a gas station, with a large light warning me that I'm about to run on fumes. Eventually I came near enough to my neighborhood to just stop at my usual gas station.
But it was the ride that was scary. It's a tall scooter. It doesn't react nicely to the throttle and brakes as soon as I let go of it. The mirrors were not set right (easily fixed - after I got home...), and I can't reach the signal without letting go of the left brake. It was a scary ride home. And when I finally landed safely under the tree in our yard... I remembered about the post office.
So I wore all the protection again and took off to the post office, and this was already 17:00. When I got there, it turned out that the post office moved to a new address. Not far away. OK, ride to the correct address. I parked, and started looking for the post office. But there was no sign of it.
It took me about 20 minutes to discover that the post office was at the back of the building. There was no mention of it in the note on the wall in the old office. And now I had to wait my turn, pick my parcel, and go back home.
By the time I got back home (again), on that tired Vespa, it was nearly 18:00. All I had time to do was drink something, and run off to the game. And here I am, after midnight, my team lost (though the veteran team won). And only now I've finished putting away my groceries.
And did I mention a call from work because both one of the databases ran out of space, and the application I wrote yesterday didn't seem to work with Mirs and they couldn't figure out why for themselves?
I am going to so sleep tonight, they'll need extra special thunders to wake me...