here's a sigh for being on holiday

bad painting, first coffee in-house, nose still running

my old boss called me, we haven't spoken in so long he didn't know that i've left the worst period of my life behind

pop-up alice's adventures in wonderland: i brought it into the office for show-and-tell, and after being sniggered at for my childishness i opened it up and wowed almost everyone. some of the idiots were adamant that it's for children, i'm certain that they're going to remain losers for the rest of their meaningless lives.

shreddings: i asked if the shreddings are recycled (after we had to lug many bags, half of which split because stuffing thin plastic with heavy things always seems like such a good idea) and discovered that nobody knows... and nobody cares. i'm trying to pursue further enquiry, but i'm feeling rather alone.

excel: excelled. i've automated a whole bunch of interesting conversions and i'm hoping for a chance to automate the entire process that's being translated before i have to begin the huge workload that was offloaded on me at the end of the day.

talk to convince: i've been invited to a friendly attempt at coercion discussion with the unit commander regarding my decision to stop signing. my attitude wasn't altered by the end of the day: the idiot indian guy in our section explaining to me that i shouldn't be frustrated by the unhelpful response to my formal complaint because she's doing her job very well and attentively.

still feeling that loneliness.

poster shock x2
i hurriedly carried off my giant poster of cape town to the framers, and discovered that i'd confused two shops and had forgotten to set a reminder that i can only go in the morning. on my way back, i stopped at coffeeholic (the guy working was shocked to see me in uniform, he doesn't understand how i can be so cool and have signed on) for a parisian beef croissant (inspired!) and a half an hour browsing the paper over coffee (nothing interesting, we've run out of water and nobody cares - and our ministers are completely unqualified as usual) while constantly reminding myself not to leave the poster behind.

the weirdest thing, i just noticed that when i pull open my front door from the inside, the door to the patio shakes. i don't know if that's anything to worry about.

it was 8.14pm, and i'd just begun typing up this post when i wrote the word "poster" and suddenly realized that i couldn't recall taking the poster from the coffee stand :/
after much cursing, laughing, and wondering at my friendly flatmate's complete lack of verbal skills (i explained what i was laughing about, and she gazed at me blankly and drawled "poster?"), i frantically retraced my steps.

i'm very glad that i stopped by my apartment first, because i'd carried it there on autopilot. on the plus side of things, i ran into my neighbour (the one whose performance i missed on friday) outside and went to his apartment to chat and be introduced to phenomenal music (i've borrowed quite a lot: poet and the roots - dread beat an'blood, the afghan whigs - black love, leftfield - leftism, morphine - the night, the afghan whigs - gentlemen, jeff buckley - grace, ben harper - the will to live, godspeed you black emperor! - F♯A♯∞).

while there, i received a phone-call from my previous TL: just before he left today, he came past my desk with cash in hand to inform me that he was buying the book off me for his daughters. he called to tell me that they were all in a state of wonderment and ecstasy, and that totally made my day ^_^

i've showered, and hung out my laundry... i think i'm going to go to bed soon. this stuffiness is tiring.