today I am texturing a motorcyclists boot. It sounds as exciting as it is. The joys of painting stitching.
Nothing much up with me today, just the same old routine. Did fuck all last night, even managed to fall asleep within 20 minutes of the england match starting. It was partially from not having any real interest in it and partially because my settee is just too comfy. I'm always drifting off in the fucking thing.
Got back from dinner and there was a water delivery guy trying to load a dozen of the things into the lift. First he asks me to keep the lift door open for him, then, when he is in insists i get in the lift. I tried to say 'I'll just wait for the next one' to which his response was to convince me to go in as 'I'm only going to the second floor'. now, logically, he should have just thought 'well, if I'm only going to 2, chances are he is going further and he will have to wait even longer (after not being able to call a lift while I was loading on the ground floor) while I unload all these bottles at 2, makes more sense for him to just call a lift for himself'. But he didn't. Got in then at 2 held the door open while he unloaded everything, even lifting a couple for him and the cunt didn't even say 'thank you'.
Starting to dread my hospital test again, week on friday...
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