Bleh.

Today was a pretty dull day: I spent my time at work feeling very tired and bitter. The customers I dealt with were mostly friendly, and the couple of wingey ones I just stood there pretending to listen to their nonchalant whittering, slowly slipping away into my own dream world. I floated around the shop for most of the day in this euphoric yet contemptful manner for most of the day, until it turned 6 o clock and I left. My foot was killing me all day so I have previously called for a taxi. That was twenty minutes late, so I felt lucky to have gotten to the bus station in time for the 6:30 bus. I turned up and the bus was there, but all the passengers were still in the shelter. Turned out the driver (the same bearded fool that I have previously mentioned) has decided that he wanted a break, so had gone to the chippy. He sat there munching his dinner and smoking his cigarettes, a fact that I was so gutted I missed out on at the time: had I realised what was happening at the time I would have informed him that smoking in a bus shelter is a criminal offence. Finally, he granted us entry to the bus, departing the station twenty five minutes late. Sounds petty, but I get really wound up when things are late.

I spent the evening preparing for the weekend in Edinburgh with Darroch, and discovering how great Enya is. I knew her for contributing to the soundtracks for Gladiator and Lord of the Rings, but actually listening to her music on it's own it's beautiful.

Uneventful day, and I am ridiculously excited about the weekend ahead, combined with being ecstatic about being away from work for four days.