Today work was ridiculously boring. There were very few customers for the majority of the day and my 11-8 shift dragged so badly. The only bit of entertainment to be had was two colleagues who despise each other having an argument on the shop floor. Apart from this literally nothing happened to lighten the day and nothing came into my head to make it seem more interesting. Not even the music lightened the day as it was a torrid assortment of atrocious 90's filth and other stuff that wasn't actively terrible but mind-numbingly generic, arguably more boring than listening to nothing. Mumford & Sons appeared towards the end of the day but by this time I was at the point of boredom where my face hurt and I wanted to sleep, so I didn't really care that much. In the last couple of hours I sat down and did loads of training on the computers, meaning I have now been awarded a Bronze level certificate by Intel. Lucky me.
I got home, greeted by Jamie Oliver's incompetent drivelling, this week in Andalucia. First he offered his philosophical discussion on the ancient traditional role of matadors; "You've gotta be a bloody lunatic to do that!". He went on to assume the purpose of the program, trying his hand at cooking some of the local cuisine. This time it was Tapas, to which he gave us the informed insight "It's said that the term 'Tapas' comes from the Spanish word 'Tapas', what means coverin' stuff up. They used to cover food up wif stuff to stop flies gettin' at it." His words inspired me to go and make some pancakes; I considered this a much more productive use for the frying pan I was about to throw at the television.
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