Today has been a long one. Stupidly long. I awoke at 5 am on the dot. I must've subconsciously sensed something was wrong as I am generally a lover of sleep until it is completely necessary that I should wake up. I went to turn on the lights. Bang, that what it was. Power had gone out. Fantastic. On my own in the house and the power goes. There was not much I could do about it this early, so I tried to get more sleep. But no. I was awake. Not just eyes open and still a bit sleepy awake. I was alert awake. At 5 am. I guessed I should try to trip the switch back.
I also thought that maybe I would have to phone into work. I didn't. After finding out contact details and everything, I actually found out that Call Out 'Sparkies' on the weekend in Australia are just as hopeless as the ones in the UK. So while at work I busied myself with cleaning and general pottering around. Before I had gotten to work though, I had other things added to my Series of Unfortunate Events. Of course I put this down to the fact I had not yet had my coffee for the day. Its important. Yes, I do rely on it, but it is my only one each day. After that I'm fine. Anyway, I had remembered to have my door key handy. Lucky really as it turned out halfway up the road I didn't have my work shoes. Then on making my coffee on eventual arrival at work, I managed to spill half of it down myself. What an absolute 'tard. Seriously.
Then of course I let the girls know what had been going on. They found it pretty funny. They were highly sympathetic and my boss was lovely, letting me make phone calls and the like while i was technically supposed to be working. Which I was. I just didn't have any clients. Then of course everything I touched seemed to crumble and go wrong. I do enjoy my relationship with my colleagues though. The banter seems to make everything so much better. I was having the worst day, but still it wasn't that bad. When Mila (as in Kunis... Striking resemblance) asked why the coffee machine wasn't working, I replied, it's probably because I touched it briefly. To the sound of laughter, naturally. See, I'm getting pretty witty. Apparently all it took was going to Australia to be mocked for being British. Give as good as you get isn't it?
Today also proved again how welcome I am in the Salon. I was offered help if I needed it, company and dinner should the power not have come back on. And even when the power did come on. It did get resolved. Only with more shenanigans which has resulted in me putting the contents of the fridge into an Esky (cooler). After of course going to by said product. Along with Some other shopping. It was quite an ordeal. I took the journey quite slowly. Which worried my that perhaps other road users were getting annoyed with my 'old-lady' speed. But I didn't really fancy the idea of having to pay for any damages. I'd already been scared by the thought of Electricians bills, which probably would have been 'at least a weeks salary' according to my boss. I also had a huge urge to go into the whole sorry mess of my day when asked How Are You, by the cashier at the supermarket. I quickly stopped myself. She doesn't give a damn. Besides, She works in a supermarket. She has enough problems (disclaimer: I realise there is no problem with working in a supermarket, but it must be dull)
Of course, I did try to look at the positives of all of today's occurrences. For example, I now have experience in dealing with a frightful situation within the home. I feel pretty responsible now. At least I know I can deal with this in future. Call it a practice run. And saving on electricity! What a bonus. Not to mention the fact I can now eat all the Ice Cream in the freezer, with reason and without having a guilty bone in my body. Well, we can't waste good ice cream can we? Plus, on my way to get ice (for the Esky) naturally I had to detour down the cider aisle. Again, totally guilt free. After today I think that if nothing else, I bloody deserve to have a drink.
So there we go. I'm off to cook the remains of the fridge-freezer and enjoy my ciders. Yum.
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