Thank God I'm part of the Self-preservation Society
The title does have some reference trust me and I am not talking about the Itlian Job either before Mamo starts lol
Monday - got up reasonbly (well 10ish) and headed to the shops in order to pay off my Tution fees as they had come through. It's a bit drizzelly outside so I put on my kagoul and start off with the dog thinking I will be okay and at worse I will have to change my socks when I get home. Of course what happens? The heavens open up and my jeans end up soaked through before I get to the shops. Absoultely great not. So anyway I go into the bank and chat onto the casheir that I know and get my money before tropping off to Barclays to pay off the fees. Compared to last year it was a dodle and none of this 'well we really shouldn't' malarky that got me hepped up last year.
So I head home in the rain and change my jeans, remembering to swap the stuff over in the washing machine before playing about on the computer doing research work and messing about cause I had nothing to do really - yes I know WT needs a update but Uni comes first - and head downstairs to sort out the washing cause it needs chagning over. I open said washer and a load of water is sitting in the bottom of it, so I carefully take the clothes out, squeese them dry, bung them in the tumble and proceed to empty the water out by hand cause I thought that I had over-used the washing powder. So I put the next lot in and a tiny amount of powder and fadric thingy. Tell Dad to be careful of the washing machine and proceed to watch telly with him.
We go to change everything over again and find the same thing, only this time Dad has a look and it turns out it's knackard. Which means our washing can't be done. I leave for work and Jess starts randomly juddering and takes a while to get started and I'm getting worried thinking that she was going to break down on me. Luckily she didn't and I troops off to work quite happily. Get to work and the usual routine of customers going on at me etc but on the plus side I came away with nine Pops which I was mega happy about. Come home and learn the the washers knacked and we're getting a replacement on Thursday. Horray. Tell my parents about the juddering and Dad thinks that it'll just be damp. Heads to bed after tea and goes to sleep.
Tuesday - get up and out of the house by 8:15 and trundle off to town with Jess going like a dream. Encounter virtually no traffic jams and most people are quite happy to leave me alone and not annoy me. I'm thinking that I was just over reacting yesterday when suddenly the juddering starts and the car cuts out on me completely. To make matters worse I'm stuck on Collage Street - that's the one the top of Northumbria Uni, right next to the City Hall I'll probably point it out later if you haven't a clue where I actually was - and theres a small bit of traffic behind me. So I try about five times to get the car started and she won't go. On go the Hazard lights and I keep trying to start the car.
Most people just pass me by, having seen the hazards and realising that I'm kinda stuck. A guy in a van who I was blocking, get's out and is kind enough to help me move the car into a better position so I'm not as dangerous. One stupid prick in another car yells at me through the closed window and I'm like 'what the hell do you want me to do? My car's just broken down on me and I've no idea what's wrong!' in my head but I just shrug and shake my head to indicate this.
Still can't get the car to start ten minuets later, thank god for the school holidays, so I call up Greenflag (hence the Self-preservation Society bit) and ask them to come and help me cause that's what I took the policy out for. So no problem they'll come and sort it out. I tell them that I'm on Collage Street, opposite the Saville Medical Center, next to the Sutherland building of Northumbria Uni. The lass on the other end must have no clue as to where Newcastle is and at the same time I'm trying to talk to two other guys who want to help me move my car around to the corner.
So I gets sorted and the Newcastle lot of Greenflag call me asking to confirm where I am cause the daft twit had wrote down Sunderland instead of Sutherland. Interesting combo that I think. I call Becky on my course and ask her to tell Peter that I'm going to be late and then call Mam to let her know what's happened and that I might need a lift. Greenflag turn up at 10:20 (I had called them at 9:50 so not bad at all) and it turns out the distrubition cables on my car are broken, so that's fixed with a little cable tie and off I go.
Finally get into uni and get half-a-lecture on characterisation and goals and ambitions before heading off to mooch in town for a while. Of course I'm not feeling that great cause I got a little annoyed, worried and stressed about the car - don't ask me why but small things like that can set me off big time - so I go and have dinner and then go and buy Vampire Game 4 and From Far Away 4 to try and cheer myself up. Mooch into the libary for a short time and attack my five minuet script with the red pen of doom (that's an old saying I've not used in a while) and then go to my tutorial to get it all sorted out (still need to do that but it can wait).
Called mam and met up so that we could go to Graham's (the garage we use) and he tells us that he'll need to fix it tomorrow cause some twit in the past had only attached the connector with a small cable tie instead of the metal lock that was needed hence why it was coming loose. So me and mam drive to silverlink and mam takes me to the big place which I can't think of the name of and I have a bit of a rant at her about it but she didn't mind and was happy to help me get it out of my system.
Went to work and a reasonable night and I came away with seven pops which I was happy with. Came home, watched CSI:NY and Dad enquired about the car a little. Went to bed totally knackard.
Wednesday/Today - got up and got a lift off mam to town cause she was going in early. Gets into Uni trying to work out if we're on Tutorials or not, turns out we're not and we're also supposed to have our treatments done by today. Thank god I had the second draft of my step-outline with me, it's technically the same thing anyway.
Went through a letcure that was mis-matched and interesting, especially watching some different international films. Headed away from that and bought a Greggies before getting on the bus to head home. Forgot the small fact that the buses aren't running past mine at the moment cause of the road block so I ended up getting off at High Pit and walking home from there. Actually it was a nice walk and helped me to relax a lot which I think I needed.
Came home, walked the dog and then came online. Probably going to mooch a little, do a little bit of work and then head off to work before coming online again tonight.
Monday - got up reasonbly (well 10ish) and headed to the shops in order to pay off my Tution fees as they had come through. It's a bit drizzelly outside so I put on my kagoul and start off with the dog thinking I will be okay and at worse I will have to change my socks when I get home. Of course what happens? The heavens open up and my jeans end up soaked through before I get to the shops. Absoultely great not. So anyway I go into the bank and chat onto the casheir that I know and get my money before tropping off to Barclays to pay off the fees. Compared to last year it was a dodle and none of this 'well we really shouldn't' malarky that got me hepped up last year.
So I head home in the rain and change my jeans, remembering to swap the stuff over in the washing machine before playing about on the computer doing research work and messing about cause I had nothing to do really - yes I know WT needs a update but Uni comes first - and head downstairs to sort out the washing cause it needs chagning over. I open said washer and a load of water is sitting in the bottom of it, so I carefully take the clothes out, squeese them dry, bung them in the tumble and proceed to empty the water out by hand cause I thought that I had over-used the washing powder. So I put the next lot in and a tiny amount of powder and fadric thingy. Tell Dad to be careful of the washing machine and proceed to watch telly with him.
We go to change everything over again and find the same thing, only this time Dad has a look and it turns out it's knackard. Which means our washing can't be done. I leave for work and Jess starts randomly juddering and takes a while to get started and I'm getting worried thinking that she was going to break down on me. Luckily she didn't and I troops off to work quite happily. Get to work and the usual routine of customers going on at me etc but on the plus side I came away with nine Pops which I was mega happy about. Come home and learn the the washers knacked and we're getting a replacement on Thursday. Horray. Tell my parents about the juddering and Dad thinks that it'll just be damp. Heads to bed after tea and goes to sleep.
Tuesday - get up and out of the house by 8:15 and trundle off to town with Jess going like a dream. Encounter virtually no traffic jams and most people are quite happy to leave me alone and not annoy me. I'm thinking that I was just over reacting yesterday when suddenly the juddering starts and the car cuts out on me completely. To make matters worse I'm stuck on Collage Street - that's the one the top of Northumbria Uni, right next to the City Hall I'll probably point it out later if you haven't a clue where I actually was - and theres a small bit of traffic behind me. So I try about five times to get the car started and she won't go. On go the Hazard lights and I keep trying to start the car.
Most people just pass me by, having seen the hazards and realising that I'm kinda stuck. A guy in a van who I was blocking, get's out and is kind enough to help me move the car into a better position so I'm not as dangerous. One stupid prick in another car yells at me through the closed window and I'm like 'what the hell do you want me to do? My car's just broken down on me and I've no idea what's wrong!' in my head but I just shrug and shake my head to indicate this.
Still can't get the car to start ten minuets later, thank god for the school holidays, so I call up Greenflag (hence the Self-preservation Society bit) and ask them to come and help me cause that's what I took the policy out for. So no problem they'll come and sort it out. I tell them that I'm on Collage Street, opposite the Saville Medical Center, next to the Sutherland building of Northumbria Uni. The lass on the other end must have no clue as to where Newcastle is and at the same time I'm trying to talk to two other guys who want to help me move my car around to the corner.
So I gets sorted and the Newcastle lot of Greenflag call me asking to confirm where I am cause the daft twit had wrote down Sunderland instead of Sutherland. Interesting combo that I think. I call Becky on my course and ask her to tell Peter that I'm going to be late and then call Mam to let her know what's happened and that I might need a lift. Greenflag turn up at 10:20 (I had called them at 9:50 so not bad at all) and it turns out the distrubition cables on my car are broken, so that's fixed with a little cable tie and off I go.
Finally get into uni and get half-a-lecture on characterisation and goals and ambitions before heading off to mooch in town for a while. Of course I'm not feeling that great cause I got a little annoyed, worried and stressed about the car - don't ask me why but small things like that can set me off big time - so I go and have dinner and then go and buy Vampire Game 4 and From Far Away 4 to try and cheer myself up. Mooch into the libary for a short time and attack my five minuet script with the red pen of doom (that's an old saying I've not used in a while) and then go to my tutorial to get it all sorted out (still need to do that but it can wait).
Called mam and met up so that we could go to Graham's (the garage we use) and he tells us that he'll need to fix it tomorrow cause some twit in the past had only attached the connector with a small cable tie instead of the metal lock that was needed hence why it was coming loose. So me and mam drive to silverlink and mam takes me to the big place which I can't think of the name of and I have a bit of a rant at her about it but she didn't mind and was happy to help me get it out of my system.
Went to work and a reasonable night and I came away with seven pops which I was happy with. Came home, watched CSI:NY and Dad enquired about the car a little. Went to bed totally knackard.
Wednesday/Today - got up and got a lift off mam to town cause she was going in early. Gets into Uni trying to work out if we're on Tutorials or not, turns out we're not and we're also supposed to have our treatments done by today. Thank god I had the second draft of my step-outline with me, it's technically the same thing anyway.
Went through a letcure that was mis-matched and interesting, especially watching some different international films. Headed away from that and bought a Greggies before getting on the bus to head home. Forgot the small fact that the buses aren't running past mine at the moment cause of the road block so I ended up getting off at High Pit and walking home from there. Actually it was a nice walk and helped me to relax a lot which I think I needed.
Came home, walked the dog and then came online. Probably going to mooch a little, do a little bit of work and then head off to work before coming online again tonight.
1 Comments:
At 4:57 pm,
Mamo-Chan said…
Don't even start me on about work. The bloody customers we had in today!
I hope to have an update up by tonight.
Sorry to hear about the car, but glad to hear that it's fixable, and what sounds to be relatively easily. But as far as you getting soaked goes.... well I do hope you're not looking ffor anything but laughter from me! :P
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