Fairly easy day yesterday. Met my flatmate in the pub for a couple of beers after work. Was a bit busy in there but not too bad. One of the old barmaids reappeared. She used to work in one of my other local pubs and was always terribly friendly, then she started work at Patrick's and for some reason is really 'off' with me these days. Which is a little odd. It's not like I ever really spoke to her or owt, but I'm always pleasant. The table next to us was clearly someones birthday, mid 30's bloke with shirt on under jumper turns up, and boyfriend from the couple already waiting greets him with one of those cunty 'handshakes', you know, the interlocked palms in an arm wrestle type layout. Something I utterly despise. I don't like handshakes full stop really but anyone who tries to force me into a 'homie' handshake is without doubt, a cunt. Remember my old flatmates leaving do, when he was fucking off round the world for a year, he had his nutter mate there who I've met all of about 4 times. I try valiently to make it clear I can do the standard handshake but not the homie variety. He grabs my hand, shakes it, then forces me up in to a homie handshake. In a fucking pub. He was a bald 38 year old forklift truck driver, I'm a standard meek sort of lad and he forces me into that ridiculous routine. What a prick. I went up to an SMB meet up in london once, and as I was quite stupidly early (as always) I went and leaned on a bollard in Leicester Square for a bit. A young black lad comes up and asks me where the nearest pub is as he's gasping for a pint. I point him in the right direction. He is very appreciative, but then offers his fist at me, waiting for me to respond with greeting of touching knuckles. I thought it over for what seemed like forever until I finally came to the conclusion, I was away from the crowds, no one needs to see this and it'll keep the lad happy. Up goes my fist for the touching knuckle routine, I must have visibly cringed when he did it. But he wandered off happy. I felt dirty.
Had to try and get a blood test today. So up at the crack of dawn, even though the clinic doesn't start till 8:30, they let people get their tickets beforehand. the room doesn't open till 7:30, I get there at about 7:35 and there are already 22 people queued up. And you'll probably be able to guess form the title that the majority were fucking doddery old pensioners. Are they doing this on purpose? You have FUCK ALL to do all day, I, and many others, have work to get to. But no, the pensioners have to be there fucking waiting for the doors to open. the woman who did my blood test told me the silly old twat who went in a couple before me had waited outside the hospital in his car since 6 fucking a.m. Why? The place is only open until 4:30, which is sod all use for people with an actual job, but pensioners have all fucking day to go down there, but they have to hog the early morning spots. Plus pensioners veins are trickier to hit means they take longer than someone like me who has 'veins like drainpipes', as I've been told many times before. But the lovely hospital does a'late night' clinic that is open until 6:30. Fuck me, most people don't finish work until 5:30 at the earliest and there'd be too much of a queue before closing by the time you get there. But I think a couple of days a week only working people should be allowed in for the first few hours, to at least let us get through reasonably quickly without fucking pensioners being selfish twats and holding up everyone else. 2 fucking hours to get a blood test. Which is SHIT. Hospital waiting rooms are enough to sap any kind of willpower from anyone. I was reading about the death of the universe and suchlike, but it was no use, my mind had flatlined due to the unbearable tedium that was in the air.
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