re-spite

i had to go to the motorola service station this morning. i arrived on time, 7.30am, took my number (3), and waited my turn patiently. then i arrived at the counter. the woman took my phone, separated the components, scanned them, handed them back to me, and informed me that on no account would i be able to get any service because the sim card doesn't match the unit number.

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the damn thing's army issue. so i was issued a fault, and now i'd wasted an hour and a half of work time for nothing. fantastic.

i got to base with a tremendous headache, managed to find our resident dealer and was very nearly relieved before going off to the dentist to get my tooth fixed up.

i made certain that i was completely understood before settling in. the treatment took about forty-five minutes, and then i stood up to observe the results.

i was dumb-struck. it took me a few seconds before i was able to utter "my mother paid a lot of good money so that i wouldn't be gap-toothed."

her reply? "well, at least flossing will be easier". she told me i had to make another appointment in order to fix it, as she's fully booked for the rest of the day.




i was super-heated anger for the rest of the day, with cynical amusement attached. sent a serious complaint in about the shuttle, and then caught it to the city officer. it took a few hours to get in and get sorted, but it's all come right except that i can't smoke, or eat or drink anything with colouring, until tomorrow evening.

pool with my previous team was fun, i missed the bus on the way home which gave me plenty of time to speak to my mum, and now it's time to pass out.