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Nov. 10th, 2007 10:00 pmIt all started on Monday when my October bank statement arrived. Somehow I managed to overspend considerably last month. Although I'm not exactly destitute it didn't put me in the greatest of moods. Additionally, I received a group email from the course administrator from the uni course I finished in July clarifying which gown to order for the upcoming awards ceremony. This was a bit of a shock as I didn't realise I was meant to be attending an awards ceremony. It turned out that they'd failed to put the invitation to the award ceremony in the envelope with my certificate. The award ceremony is on 26th November at the Barbican and requests for guest places were meant to be in by Friday 2nd November. I had to phone my parents and asked whether they wanted to cough up £15 each (!!!!!!!) to attend. They were forced to make a snap decision (which believe you and me is not in their nature) and I had to reserve tickets to collect on the day. I'm now in a mass panic to hire a gown and sort out what I'm going to wear etc.
Tuesday was OK. Wednesday wasn't so good. Two tiles in my bathroom have cracked and are being replaced as part of the snagging process which all new buildings go through. The rest of the snagging was completed back in September but for some reason the tiles have to be done by a different contractor. Last week I received a phone call asking me to give a time and date when the contractors could come. I suggested Wednesday morning at 10am as I was working at a site close to home in the afternoon. I was assured that the job would only take an hour so I booked the morning off and planned to be at work by 1.30pm. On Tuesday night I cleaned the bathroom and removed everything that wasn't fixed so that it didn't get dusty. On Wednesday morning I waited, and waited, and waited. At 12 noon the contractors phoned to say they were running a bit late and would be there in the afternoon. I had a lot of appointments in the afternoon which I couldn't cancel so another half day of annual leave has now been wasted as a result of lousy customer service. They now want to come and do the job on Tuesday which I can't do as I'm in staff training. When I phone their number it rings, and rings and rings and I never get through to anyone. I still have cracked tiles and I spent Wednesday evening putting everything back in the bathroom. This was actually handy as the person I was meant to be meeting for dinner that evening had texted whilst I was on the phone to the builders to cancel at the last minute. I was not happy. Then when I was IMing a friend in the evening my connection failed and he thought I'd logged off suddenly in a strop, which I hadn't.
On Thursday morning the lightbulb in my bathroom blew as detailed in my earlier post. I then went late night shopping after work and nearly all the shops I wanted to visit were closed because of staff shortages. I did, however, manage to pick up a gorgeous clutch bag from New Look for £8 which cheered me up a bit.
Friday was the biggest disaster of them all. I had agreed to go into Central London to attend the joint birthday celebration for the fiance and brother of one of my best friends. The plan was to meet in a bar near Moorgate for a few drinks and then go on to Fabric for a drum and bass night. It'd been ages since I'd been clubbing and I was really looking forward to it. As I live in west London and everyone else lives in the south my friend kindly invited me to stay in her spare room. I planned to meet her at Clapham Junction at 5.30pm, go back to her flat in Streatham to drop off my stuff, get changed and have a bite to eat. Unfortunately, once I got to work I realised that I'd forgotten my pills. I have to take one within 12 hours of 11pm each night so I had to go back home and get them. I couldn't buy a ticket before I got on the train as there is no ticket office and the ticket machine wasn't working. As a result I had to waste 10 minutes queuing for the ticket office at the other end. I got home OK picked up my pills rushed out again and found that as a result of queuing for my ticket I'd missed the train to Clapham. The next train to Clapham Junction wasn't for 15 minutes and was running 10 minutes late. I was getting later and later and my friend in Streatham was stressing out because she wanted to get into town in time to see some people who were leaving early. By the time I got to Streatham it was twenty past six. My friend had put a couple of pizzas in the oven to line our stomachs and managed to burn her thumb getting them out. We missed the fast train into London because I take so long to get ready. Then I left my umbrella on the train which caused me to have to spend a much needed fiver on buying another one. The bar bit of the evening was OK but after we left for the club things got really random. My friend was under the impression that 10-15 people were coming to Fabric. It turned out their were actually seven of us. We made our way to Fabric but the queue was ginormous as special guest DJs were playing that night. I've never seen anything like it. After 40 minutes it became obvious that we weren't going to get in. My friend's brother and his uni friend went in because they had membership but the rest of us were stuck. We started wandering around and ended up in a little Morrocan style bar called Bedouin which is a couple of doors along from Fabric. It was quite cool and we had a good dance. The clientele was a bit random. It seemed to consist of an unusually large number of geeks in ill fitting shirts who showed clear signs of being on ecstacy. Apart from the ecstacy bit we fitted in quite well. The evening carried on OK until my friend managed to get clonked in the head by someone's random over exuberant dance move. She wasn't feeling very well anyway and promptly cried. Oh dear. By 2pm we'd had enough and decided to make our way home. My other friend's husband thought he knew the way to Liverpool Street to get a night bus. We started by walking back past Fabric (where there was still a queue to get in) and diverted into a sausage shop to get an expensive but very nice bratwurst in a bun each. Then we started walking towards where we though Liverpool Street was. Eventually we got fed up and managed to hail a taxi to take us there. We had been walking in completely the wrong direction. By now we'd completely had enough and managed to get a taxi to take us home.
It was an OK night and the birthday boy seemed to enjoy himself but it certainly fitted into the 'random nights out' category. We didn't get in until 3.20am and we had to be up by 11am as my friend had to travel to Cardiff today for a hen night. I'm not great at sleeping in beds which don't belong to me so I actually woke at 7.30am feeling pretty dreadful. As a result I'm now knackered. It wasn't worth going to bed early this evening as it's noisy outside (a mixture of Diwali fireworks and the normal Saturday night drunken behaviour) so I'm virtually asleep as I write this.
Out of everything I'm most annoyed about the umbrella. I leave them everywhere - shops, trains, people's houses, cloakrooms - it's costing me a small fortune!
The light in the bathroom is still out of action. My dad reckons that the shade "should" have come off when I undid the screws. It didn't. It's still on the ceiling. I'm off to have another shower in the dark and hope that next week goes better.
As I was writing the final sentence my connection failed again so I'm going to have to save this in word and attempt to post it tomorrow. Like I said, it really isn't my week.
Tuesday was OK. Wednesday wasn't so good. Two tiles in my bathroom have cracked and are being replaced as part of the snagging process which all new buildings go through. The rest of the snagging was completed back in September but for some reason the tiles have to be done by a different contractor. Last week I received a phone call asking me to give a time and date when the contractors could come. I suggested Wednesday morning at 10am as I was working at a site close to home in the afternoon. I was assured that the job would only take an hour so I booked the morning off and planned to be at work by 1.30pm. On Tuesday night I cleaned the bathroom and removed everything that wasn't fixed so that it didn't get dusty. On Wednesday morning I waited, and waited, and waited. At 12 noon the contractors phoned to say they were running a bit late and would be there in the afternoon. I had a lot of appointments in the afternoon which I couldn't cancel so another half day of annual leave has now been wasted as a result of lousy customer service. They now want to come and do the job on Tuesday which I can't do as I'm in staff training. When I phone their number it rings, and rings and rings and I never get through to anyone. I still have cracked tiles and I spent Wednesday evening putting everything back in the bathroom. This was actually handy as the person I was meant to be meeting for dinner that evening had texted whilst I was on the phone to the builders to cancel at the last minute. I was not happy. Then when I was IMing a friend in the evening my connection failed and he thought I'd logged off suddenly in a strop, which I hadn't.
On Thursday morning the lightbulb in my bathroom blew as detailed in my earlier post. I then went late night shopping after work and nearly all the shops I wanted to visit were closed because of staff shortages. I did, however, manage to pick up a gorgeous clutch bag from New Look for £8 which cheered me up a bit.
Friday was the biggest disaster of them all. I had agreed to go into Central London to attend the joint birthday celebration for the fiance and brother of one of my best friends. The plan was to meet in a bar near Moorgate for a few drinks and then go on to Fabric for a drum and bass night. It'd been ages since I'd been clubbing and I was really looking forward to it. As I live in west London and everyone else lives in the south my friend kindly invited me to stay in her spare room. I planned to meet her at Clapham Junction at 5.30pm, go back to her flat in Streatham to drop off my stuff, get changed and have a bite to eat. Unfortunately, once I got to work I realised that I'd forgotten my pills. I have to take one within 12 hours of 11pm each night so I had to go back home and get them. I couldn't buy a ticket before I got on the train as there is no ticket office and the ticket machine wasn't working. As a result I had to waste 10 minutes queuing for the ticket office at the other end. I got home OK picked up my pills rushed out again and found that as a result of queuing for my ticket I'd missed the train to Clapham. The next train to Clapham Junction wasn't for 15 minutes and was running 10 minutes late. I was getting later and later and my friend in Streatham was stressing out because she wanted to get into town in time to see some people who were leaving early. By the time I got to Streatham it was twenty past six. My friend had put a couple of pizzas in the oven to line our stomachs and managed to burn her thumb getting them out. We missed the fast train into London because I take so long to get ready. Then I left my umbrella on the train which caused me to have to spend a much needed fiver on buying another one. The bar bit of the evening was OK but after we left for the club things got really random. My friend was under the impression that 10-15 people were coming to Fabric. It turned out their were actually seven of us. We made our way to Fabric but the queue was ginormous as special guest DJs were playing that night. I've never seen anything like it. After 40 minutes it became obvious that we weren't going to get in. My friend's brother and his uni friend went in because they had membership but the rest of us were stuck. We started wandering around and ended up in a little Morrocan style bar called Bedouin which is a couple of doors along from Fabric. It was quite cool and we had a good dance. The clientele was a bit random. It seemed to consist of an unusually large number of geeks in ill fitting shirts who showed clear signs of being on ecstacy. Apart from the ecstacy bit we fitted in quite well. The evening carried on OK until my friend managed to get clonked in the head by someone's random over exuberant dance move. She wasn't feeling very well anyway and promptly cried. Oh dear. By 2pm we'd had enough and decided to make our way home. My other friend's husband thought he knew the way to Liverpool Street to get a night bus. We started by walking back past Fabric (where there was still a queue to get in) and diverted into a sausage shop to get an expensive but very nice bratwurst in a bun each. Then we started walking towards where we though Liverpool Street was. Eventually we got fed up and managed to hail a taxi to take us there. We had been walking in completely the wrong direction. By now we'd completely had enough and managed to get a taxi to take us home.
It was an OK night and the birthday boy seemed to enjoy himself but it certainly fitted into the 'random nights out' category. We didn't get in until 3.20am and we had to be up by 11am as my friend had to travel to Cardiff today for a hen night. I'm not great at sleeping in beds which don't belong to me so I actually woke at 7.30am feeling pretty dreadful. As a result I'm now knackered. It wasn't worth going to bed early this evening as it's noisy outside (a mixture of Diwali fireworks and the normal Saturday night drunken behaviour) so I'm virtually asleep as I write this.
Out of everything I'm most annoyed about the umbrella. I leave them everywhere - shops, trains, people's houses, cloakrooms - it's costing me a small fortune!
The light in the bathroom is still out of action. My dad reckons that the shade "should" have come off when I undid the screws. It didn't. It's still on the ceiling. I'm off to have another shower in the dark and hope that next week goes better.
As I was writing the final sentence my connection failed again so I'm going to have to save this in word and attempt to post it tomorrow. Like I said, it really isn't my week.
