One day off and it feels like I’ve had two weeks at the seaside. Admittedly it feels like the Antarctican seaside, but the rest has had the desired effect. I almost went to work on autopilot at one point.
Boss didn’t contact me to ask me to come in to work – this was a concern because the new mop-jockey didn’t show on Thursday night. Some problem with buses, but Boss was not at all pleased. Anyway, after the end of work (9 pm) I turned the phone back on and there it was – one new text from Boss. Uh-oh. I opened it to find it said ‘Enjoy your day off’. She scared the crap out of me – but then it’s about time she got her own back, I suppose.
So I guess new mop-jockey turned up today. Good. As long as he turns out reliable, I’ll be expecting a day off every week. At least. Once he’s trained in doing things my way I can let him take more of my hours and settle into a writing routine again. Also, once I am sure I’m leaving Boss with a reliable and equally fussy replacement, I can start looking for something new.
Today was haircut day. The last one was in early December, so you can imagine… Anyway, Local Barber did it with no anaesthetic and I came out of there feeling lighter. I no longer look like Father Jack and it was quite a load off my mind. When it gets to where you are conscious of the weight of your hair, there’s probably far too much of it.
The barber found a real hairstyle in the rat’s nest on my head and she gets to keep the rest of the hair. She can probably knit a sweater out of that lot, or weave it into a mountaineering rope.
Anyhow, feeling mellow this evening so will not be clicking on the Daily Mail tonight. Instead I am writing with intermittent loafing on Twitter (@Underdogsbiteup for anyone who hasn’t yet come across my madness on there).
Some may remember, a long time back, I tried making plastic bricks out of old plastic bottles. Never could get it to work. I had air bubbles, bottles melted together but not fused, odd shaped lumps… I gave it up as a bad idea.
Thanks to Twitter, I now know what I was doing wrong. You have to chop the plastic into little bits first, and only certain plastics work. Someone has worked out how to do it properly. I had intended using the bricks as bricks to build garden things but this guy makes things out of them as if they were wood. Unlike wood, you can then put all the shavings and offcuts back into the system and melt them back together.
The only twitch of the rage gland tonight comes from a post by Simon Clark. Apparently there are now ‘pure-blood’ vapers who want nothing at all to do with smokers – not even smokers who also use Electrofag. We dual-fuel types are ‘muggles’ now.
Well, I like Electrofag for the strange flavours. The one that doesn’t seem to be just right is ‘tobacco’ flavour and I suspect they’d have to make a range to get that right. Amber Leaf flavour, Marlboro flavour, Player’s No.6 flavour and so on. I doubt a generic ‘tobacco’ flavour will ever work unless it happens to taste like the brand of tobacco you were smoking before. That’s never going to apply to everyone.
There are, of course, many sensible vapers still – but I wonder… if teenagers are taking up vaping instead of smoking then the ‘pure-bloods’ will increase over time. Can’t rely on support from future vapers then. To them we will be ‘filthy smokers’ while they will become ‘steampunks’ to us.
In fact – why not? Vapers who don’t hate us can simply be called vapers, while we refer to antismoking vapers as steampunks. That helps differentiate, so the vapers who aren’t insane will know we aren’t talking about them.
Anyway, mellow ramble over. Back to work tomorrow although not until 4 pm. No doubt someone will get the fury going over the course of that shift, so it’ll be back to normal tomorrow night.
Enjoy the calm while it lasts. It doesn’t usually last very long.