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When I was in Canada, I told myself I'd do a proper job of keeping this journal updated even as the adventure ended.
Which is, of course, an easy thing to tell yourself when you're not juggling a job, a working girlfriend (i.e. one whos finite free time you want to make the most of), and all of those other odds and sods that come with, you know, not being on holiday.
But I finally have a spot of free time right this second, so here's looking at you, as it were.
Updates, then:
(1) I have officially quit smoking. That one cigarette I had at the wedding at Canada remains the one and only cigarette I have smoked this month. It's not easy. The jury is officially out on whether or not 'tis better to have smoked and quit than never to have smoked at all, or not.
(2) Joss has been very low since we returned home, and this is obviously very distressing to me, as there are people in this world I feel pretty darn close with, but with Joss it goes some 1,000 times beyond that. I believe we're soulmates, if there is such a thing, and a ridiculously close approximation, if there is not. So naturally, her being unhappy for days on end is something I find very hard to deal with.
She has since re-surfaced, as of yesterday, and is her old punchdrunk, Larryhappy, bite-fighting, face-pulling, utterly beguiling, sexy and delightful self again. Jossie is someone who worries a fair amount of the time - largely because she deeply loves and cares for so many of the people she's met in this world - and nothing fills me with joy as seeing her flourishes of completely carefree joy.
(3) Work has been pretty good, except for the stress of last night. I did a practically perfect job, if I do say so, but had to spend hours dealing with a group of scammers who tried Every Single Trick In The Book to try and cheat the house out of money. The first time I've ever made the executive decision to cut someone off, and to give the order no less.
"Being as you feel robbed in some way, I really don't feel that we can accept any more of your money tonight. I really feel that you should hold on to it", was how I diplomatically told the bugger he wasn't getting any more bets on, no way no how.
The absolute highlight was when they tried to claim on a bet that had been drawn over with pen, and then torn to hide the obviousness of the forgery. "On the original seen here, this number was a five", I got to say, "and what you, or your friend, has done, is gone over that five in pen and changed it into a six".
All in all, they lost about £500 in our shop that night. Making it the least effecting attempted robbery in history, perhaps.
(4) It turns out that my manager apparently flashed her breasts at a passing metro, while her fiance - a supervisor with the same company - showed off his butt. They did this in front of a shared co-worker, who told all to her boyfriend - one of our customers - and accordingly, it was a topic of conversation in work the next morning. Just when you think you know some-one!
Actually, it doesn't come as a huge shock. I'm not entirely sure why that should be!
(5) Today was my first day off since we got back, and I spent the bulk of it on a quest of some sorts - which may or may not have something to do with the fact that my 6th anniversary with Joss is tomorrow. Also, I finally got my Burger King Angus burger I've been wanting since the airport, and got to play a spot of Guitar Hero 2 in a Game store! True, I couldn't really hear the songs I "played" over the actual in-store music, but still, I rocked. The Playstation 2 told me as such.
(6) I've been listening to a lot albums from '97 (my "'97-a-thon", as I call it) to the name of cobbling together a top 20 for Acclaimed Music (for a thread that will go up in August). Upon revisitation, I've came to the conclusion that Be Here Now is a full-on unfuckwittable five-star classic-rock album, and that anyone who disagrees is just jealous, or summit.
Even album-tracks like, say, "My Big Mouth" are top-notch - fierce walls of instruments barely able to contain themselves on the disc, merging together into a beautiful, stomping, fuzzy wail or sheer fuck-off rock 'n' roll. The album is a gorgeous and nuanced beasts, with something to love about each of its 75 minutes.
Though, that is more or less how I feel about Metal Machine Music, also. Another grossly under-rated album! What the fuck is wrong with most of you?!?
(I'm not kidding, both albums would be strong contenders for my 100-favourite-albums-of-all-time list, were I to write one).
Which is, of course, an easy thing to tell yourself when you're not juggling a job, a working girlfriend (i.e. one whos finite free time you want to make the most of), and all of those other odds and sods that come with, you know, not being on holiday.
But I finally have a spot of free time right this second, so here's looking at you, as it were.
Updates, then:
(1) I have officially quit smoking. That one cigarette I had at the wedding at Canada remains the one and only cigarette I have smoked this month. It's not easy. The jury is officially out on whether or not 'tis better to have smoked and quit than never to have smoked at all, or not.
(2) Joss has been very low since we returned home, and this is obviously very distressing to me, as there are people in this world I feel pretty darn close with, but with Joss it goes some 1,000 times beyond that. I believe we're soulmates, if there is such a thing, and a ridiculously close approximation, if there is not. So naturally, her being unhappy for days on end is something I find very hard to deal with.
She has since re-surfaced, as of yesterday, and is her old punchdrunk, Larryhappy, bite-fighting, face-pulling, utterly beguiling, sexy and delightful self again. Jossie is someone who worries a fair amount of the time - largely because she deeply loves and cares for so many of the people she's met in this world - and nothing fills me with joy as seeing her flourishes of completely carefree joy.
(3) Work has been pretty good, except for the stress of last night. I did a practically perfect job, if I do say so, but had to spend hours dealing with a group of scammers who tried Every Single Trick In The Book to try and cheat the house out of money. The first time I've ever made the executive decision to cut someone off, and to give the order no less.
"Being as you feel robbed in some way, I really don't feel that we can accept any more of your money tonight. I really feel that you should hold on to it", was how I diplomatically told the bugger he wasn't getting any more bets on, no way no how.
The absolute highlight was when they tried to claim on a bet that had been drawn over with pen, and then torn to hide the obviousness of the forgery. "On the original seen here, this number was a five", I got to say, "and what you, or your friend, has done, is gone over that five in pen and changed it into a six".
All in all, they lost about £500 in our shop that night. Making it the least effecting attempted robbery in history, perhaps.
(4) It turns out that my manager apparently flashed her breasts at a passing metro, while her fiance - a supervisor with the same company - showed off his butt. They did this in front of a shared co-worker, who told all to her boyfriend - one of our customers - and accordingly, it was a topic of conversation in work the next morning. Just when you think you know some-one!
Actually, it doesn't come as a huge shock. I'm not entirely sure why that should be!
(5) Today was my first day off since we got back, and I spent the bulk of it on a quest of some sorts - which may or may not have something to do with the fact that my 6th anniversary with Joss is tomorrow. Also, I finally got my Burger King Angus burger I've been wanting since the airport, and got to play a spot of Guitar Hero 2 in a Game store! True, I couldn't really hear the songs I "played" over the actual in-store music, but still, I rocked. The Playstation 2 told me as such.
(6) I've been listening to a lot albums from '97 (my "'97-a-thon", as I call it) to the name of cobbling together a top 20 for Acclaimed Music (for a thread that will go up in August). Upon revisitation, I've came to the conclusion that Be Here Now is a full-on unfuckwittable five-star classic-rock album, and that anyone who disagrees is just jealous, or summit.
Even album-tracks like, say, "My Big Mouth" are top-notch - fierce walls of instruments barely able to contain themselves on the disc, merging together into a beautiful, stomping, fuzzy wail or sheer fuck-off rock 'n' roll. The album is a gorgeous and nuanced beasts, with something to love about each of its 75 minutes.
Though, that is more or less how I feel about Metal Machine Music, also. Another grossly under-rated album! What the fuck is wrong with most of you?!?
(I'm not kidding, both albums would be strong contenders for my 100-favourite-albums-of-all-time list, were I to write one).