A fairly quiet evening. Got outside work expecting to have missed the bus but there it was just going past, maybe I could catch it at the next bus stop 'nah, the right signal is coming up any second, it's gone'. Off it trundles but there's a blockage round the corner, I decide to run, and once I'd set myself on catching it, when moments before I was ready for the 15 minute wait, I made sure i pegged it. It reached the bus stop and I risked life and limb sprinting across the road. I round the bus only for the doors to close almost in front of me. But I refuse to sacrifice my dignity and bang on the door hoping they'll stop. That's what the driver wants, so he/she can look forward with a barely supressed grin before pulling away leaving everyone on the bus chuckling at your pathetic attempt.
Didn't really do a lot, ate my tea, watched a bit TV, did some reading.
Walked down to catch my bus this morning, past the various spiders webs latched on to signposts, bits of water hanging on them. Council man in the park with a leafblower. I'd love a shot on one of those. The smell of a little two stroke engine reminded me of going out fishing on my dads boat when i was young, with the two stroke outboard. Beadnell in mid summer....driving up then peaceful days spend out cod fishing with the banter over the radio from my dads fishing clubs friends. Feels so long ago. Got on the bus and a couple of seats were available, I opted for the closest one without thinking. the woman sat there was a bit of a larger lady so I ended up rather embarrassingly for both of us, perched on half a seat, making it a tricky for people getting on the bus. Ugly woman standing up with a copy of the Daily Mail and a book on 'the history of love'. Walking down the high street I pass a recruitment agency shop door with this written in big letters on the front- 'Do you have excellent communication skills? Can you handle working under pressure? Have you made proactive outbound calls? Then call in to see us!'. Fuck me, doesn't that just sound like a shit job, and that's what they are advertising on a big sheet on their door window.
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