I spent a restless night in bed and had a strange dream, only to wake up with a desperation to check out my FaceBook profile to see if a certain person had responded yet. He hasn't.
Anyhoo, I offered to take Helen into work for 8am so came downstairs in readiness to go and thought I'd have some Cornflakes. As I opened the box and the cornflakes spiller out into my bowl I was excited about the thought of them as it felt like years since I'd last had them. They'd looked so gold and crispy that even before I'd started them I could taste them!
- You can imagine my disappointment when there was no milk.
Helen and I left and Lee tagged along for a lift and after dropping them all off I thought I'd go grab a coffee. Helen had asked if I was going anywhere near the Cathedral but as my meeting was the other side of the city I wouldn't be so said no.
- I've only gone and parked in the fucking cathedral car park!
Walking into town I'd got Brads ipod and I started to panic a little about an incident that happened a few weeks ago. Back then I was taking this same route but with my ipod on. Playing with the damn thing and not looking where I was going I missed my footing and fell into the road! Of course I laughed and then those around me joined in. A little old lady help me up but sure if I'd have leaned on her for support I'd have snapped both her hips and mashed her into the ground! I got up, brushed myself down, thanked her for her help and upon turning around to walk off I hit a lamppost. Again I was laughing, as was everyone else! So today I walked carefully and didn't play with the ipod. I was listening to the Toll Trolls and suddenly heard "and bread with 80'000 different seeds on them" and started laughing in my head. It was only when people started giving me strange looks that I realised I wasn't laughing quietly but quite loudly! Thank God I didn't start blurting out some of the dialogue like I've habit of doing - "There's a bomb in your bin!" "Ooooh," I thought, "I've got a twenty pound note in my wallet! I'll change it into Euros and go grab a coffee, a breakfast roll and sit in an internet cafe!" This was at 8.20am so knowing the banks wouldn't be open I decided to punish myself and get a McDogfoods coffee. There I sat, drinking sludge*, as the time ticked round to 9am! Finally it came so I headed off, after being accosted by some bloke who wanted to show me his sock as that had the CAT logo on them, just like my handbag! I stand at the bank waiting for security to open the doors when my eyes spy a sign on the door.
- The bank wasn't open until 10.30!
Never mind, there is another one just up the street and it doesn't matter that for the last week and a half I've had difficulty walking because of my back and yesterday picked up a tumble dryer when I should have known better.
- The other bank doesn't open until 10.30.
I zip into Boots, trying to avoid the man with the socks again, and ask if any banks are open! No they're not I'm told.
I'll use the cashpoint! I only want 10EUR as that's all I can get out until tomorrow.
Cash point 1 - Only giving out 50EUR notes.
Cash point 2,3,4,5 & 6 - Only giving out 20EUR notes.
By this point I'm ready to kill and then I spot the Bank Of Ulster. People milling around inside and a security guard stood at the door! I'm on the verge of falling to my knees in grateful prayer that a bank is actually open before 10am!
- It's not. It's the staff milling around. I don't know this until I try the door and the security guard ignores. Knocking on the window I get the guards attention and ask if they're open. He grunts and points to a sign that tell me the safe is on a time lock. "What?" I say but he just grunts and points to the same sign. "Is. The. Bank. Open?" I repeat but he just grunts some more. I try the door again and like a robot on autopilot the guard steps back into his protect-the-bank stance and ignores me tapping on the window again!
- "You rude old bastard!" I shout, which seems to get his attention, as well as that of passing shoppers who smile at me or giggle. One man actually claps!
Finally in a shop I spy a cash point and run in. IT GIVES ME 10EUR's! At last! Now I can buy fags (yes I'm smoking again - don't lecture me, I have my reasons and I still have two months worth of Zyban so will stop again!) AND go to the internet cafe. Lighting up in the street as I walk to the internet cafe I suddenly think about how life isn't that bad and I'm just having a bad morning. I'll get online, check my mail, check facebook, reply to blog comments and have a coffee, so off I head in the general direction of the internet cafe.
- It's closed. It doesn't open until 10am!
Furious with how many times I've walked up and down the street I suddenly remember there is an internet cafe in the the Eyre Square shopping centre.
This is where I am now. Thankfully they open at 8am. I should have come here first. I can't reply to blog comments on my blog as the one entry has the word "bitch" in the title. I can't look at my facebook profile as it has the word "fisting" in it. All I can do is check my mail and write this blog entry.
I still haven't changed that twenty quid and have put most of my change into this damn machine just to sit here and rant about crap!
My meeting is not until 11.30 and once there I've got to listen to someone want to know why I think Brad and I are a couple, she'll demean my ID and his wage slip and then tell me why we're not actually a couple. The mood I'm in is not good so I don't hold out much hope for me being calm and agreeing with her, or rather agreeing to disagree.
Good morning everyone!
*"Yes, it's sludge, I thought it would make a change from coffee!" - Hahaha!! Love that! Tube of Smarites to anyone who can name the film!
