haonowshaokao

9.26 I really don’t want to be here today. Not enough sleep last night and I can barely speak. Thankfully it is pretty quiet.
9.31 I hate the public
9.54 Just remembered I brought no money for food, will have to try to wangle some free from the sandwich woman.
10.58 Funny when someone calls up and you can see that they’re obviously wrong but they still persist with lying to you. Maybe it’s teaching me something about how convincingly people can lie. To themselves, too.
12.30 Sandwich woman very understanding. Sandwich dry. Spend 15 minutes of break chewing on crust.
15.30 Not a bad lunchtime swim, though I was a bit knack the whole way through. Things got interesting though when one of the turbo swim-twats I was talking about yesterday went that bit too far and had to be told to get out of the slow lane by the pool staff. Then instead of just moving over he stayed there and had a shouting match with them, trying to
get everyone else in the pool involved. His argument seemed to be based on the premise that “everyone else was too slow”, which didn’t seem to cut the old mustard with the pool guys, who ended up in the water themselves. Not due to the argument per-se, but due to the kind of horseplay amongst the staff that they are paid to prevent. The manager must have been off or something, everything seemed to be slightly wrong. The water, for example, was about 4 inches higher than usual and almost flooding the whole place.
16.55. Just had an old man on the phone and discussed how our systems work with him for half an hour. Actually the only interesting conversation I’ve had all day.
18.30 Getting late in the day and we’ve moved back downstairs as the floor is being closed. My computer decided to break when I get down there, so I get to waste 5 minutes finding another one. Lots of break saved up for the end, so I’m in a good mood, though I bet a really long call will come in now.
18.51 Nine minutes of break, then home for some food. Stomach is grumbling.
21.20 Home and on the net. At Sainsbury’s there was a woman in front of me holding a tiny purse full of computer disks, eating a bag of cashews. When she got to the front of the queue the checkout girl scanned the bag and the woman said she had to go to the cashpoint to get the money to pay and walked off. Genius.

On the 4th floor today, so a bit quieter. I think I’ll move up here permanently, I like it so much.
Sauntered purposefully towards the swimming pool in the sunshine at lunch as usual. I’ve been thinking about the social dynamics of the pool, which don’t make any sense whatsoever. There are three lanes; slow, medium and fast. In the slow lane go the women, the old people and me. In the medium lane men with shower caps and goggles going at breakneck speed. In the fast lane, normal people going at a slower speed. I stick in the slow lane with the old people.
There’s a few rules of social etiquette which are plainly obvious to anyone and ignored by about 50% of people there. The most obvious one is that other people are in the pool too so you really shouldn’t thrash about in the water so hard that anyone on either side of you is drenched in the face, but for some reason everyone in the middle lane still does. Surely creating monster waves slows you down? You never see that at the Olympics. There was even a culprit in the slow lane today, swimming like a drowning spastic. I called him a cock but only because he couldn’t have heard me, the idiot.
Something should be done.
Walked home in the drizzle and queued for twenty minutes at sainsbury’s to get some more salmon and salad, then came home to eat it. This evening we watched L’Appartement which I thought was the greatest film I’d ever seen when I was sixteen but which was, well, alright, pretty good.
Was going to put photos from the weekend here but photoshop has gone nuts on me for some reason. Ah well.

Working and swimming all day as usual. In the first part, there was at least one customer whose finances had been spectacularly fucked up somewhere along the line. In the second lots of macho fuckheads who seem to think the point of swimming is to hit your arms as hard against the water as possible, and the more people you really piss off the better. I hope they all lose their arms somehow.
After work I popped by the co-op to pick up on special offer the most disgusting so-called “food” ever to be sold to the public of Britain, namely this:

How it got through basic testing is a mystery. Not only is it beyond repulsive in its flavour but it also maintains a dominance over a meal even when combined with 90% quality ingredients. I might as well have put melted polystyrene in my food. It’s pretty much the third worst thing in the world after film dubbing and people who use the word ‘overrated’ all the time. I’d rather eat halva, and that makes me vomit.