Y'know those days where you swear it should really be the next day or the day after already?
That was practically my whole week.
Let's see . . .
Saturday: Fun day of playing "Last Night On Earth" with folks from work, ended with a lion dance and dinner in Chinatown. Drove the kids home, drove myself home. All in all, decent day, kinda eventful. Oh, and of course, initiated my worries about idiot friend in Spain at this point.
Sunday: I actually can't remember a lick of what happened Sunday. Go fig'. Probably nothing of consequence. Only thing I really remember is I stayed up late consolidating 4 years of cosplay photos onto a USB stick for the next day.
Monday: Worked in the morning, dark and early. Seven hour shift, mostly unremarkable which in a way makes the day feel even longer because you get bored. Shift was over, spent the next two hours making a one-hour photo book with the cosplay photos I took (we recently got kits to make those). Sadly, I organized them alphabetically, not chronologically, and thus spent TWO HOURS organizing the book. All the while, I kept offering free labour to my supervisor, helping customers with easy questions or grabbing their photo orders. In the end, I spent about ten hours at the store that day, and was there long enough to talk with the evening shift guy a bit before leaving.
Still, the payoff was totally worth it. But I was tired, and wanted to get a haircut. So alas.
Tuesday: Midshift at work. Spent pretty much the whole day wondering why the heck it was only Tuesday. Still, Beauty and the Beast came out, and it's been crazy fun watching that on the TVs at work. I've also come to decide that this is easily one of the best Disney animated films ever - visually, thematically, musically, it's practically perfect in every way. Anyway, another slow, boring day otherwise. But then I made up for it by driving downtown and watching that effed-up Japanese movie at VIFF and stuff. Got home about 2am, slept a few hours to get ready for next morning.
Wednesday: Morning shift, actually woke up on time and got out on time. Another long-assed day at work (including the phone call from Subaru that said I was gonna be down another $600 or so). It included a visit from a pain-in-the-ass customer who once tied us up for several days because she sucks at taking pictures and wanted to blame us for them. So she dropped off another 5 rolls of film for us to do . . . years off our lives right there. After work, got a haircut, went back to the ancestral home for dinner and laundry, discussed the car troubles a bit . . . so Wednesday involved a lot of cross-city driving.
Thursday: Pain-in-the-ass customer returned to be a pain in the ass. Sure enough, complaints about her pictures, assertions that she's never had trouble like this with Costco, that she's an excellent photographer, and that it's clearly our fault. My supervisor was quite happy to tell her she should try bringing them to London Drugs where they have better equipment. None of us are against losing this customer. So yeah, she ruined the day nicely. Beyond that, bought a new clock radio, some shoe polish, and something else that I can't remember. Driving home, I remembered I forgot peanut butter and DVD+Rs. D'oh.
Friday: Met up with my parents late morning at the Subaru place to pick up my car. Parents were super nice and helped me with a lot of the payments. Clearly I owe them now. Now with my car back, went out for lunch with the parents who in turn refused to let me pay for lunch on account that "it doesn't matter to them at all". So yeah. After lunch, went to the store to buy peanut butter and DVD+Rs, and then to hang at the going away party for the store manager that's being transferred (policy re: married couples - she's the one married to my buddy, and who is the mother to my godson). After that, went home to grab work stuff, came back to the store for an evening shift that was BUSY AS ALL HELL.
And then when the store finally closed, I got stopped from getting to my car by some people who pointed out some photo envelopes left behind on a shopping cart. So I had to run those back up to the store, wrote a note explaining them a bit, and THEN finally left.
And then the bridge I take to get home (10 minute drive otherwise) was closed by the police on account of them needing to whoop a guy in a bait car. Had to detour through the airport to get home.
So even when the week was finally over, I still had to fight for that last little bit. It was balls.
Whatever. Long weekend now. Two different Canadian!Thanksgiving dinners Sunday and Monday. It's gonna be sweet. So yeah. Car's back, week's over, and now I shall veg' out the rest of this fine Saturday. All's well.
Oh yeah, idiot friend got home safe. Can close the book on that now too.
