ROFLYSST.

This morning I went down to the castle to get my perfectly timed bus that was introduced the other day. Fifteen minutes after it was due, I contacted Stagecoach, which was obviously a stupid idea as being the weekend they were closed. I then phoned the timetable info helpline as a desperate attempt to see where the bus had gotten to. They categorically informed me there was no bus until two hours later. I implored they reconsider, as I had the timetable in my hand, stating a Saturday bus due fifteen minutes previously. The reply was that the new timetable doesn't come in yet; that it is in effect tomorrow. I would have backed down, somewhat embarrassed and humiliated, where it not for two pieces of evidence:
1) The timetable reads "Effective from May 17th". This being May 22, simple numeracy skills reveal that the allotted switchover date has in fact passed.
2) The new timetable introduced a 6:30pm bus in the weekdays, which wasn't present on the old timetable. I used this bus to get home the other day, so if the timetable is not yet in effect, the bus I rode home the other day did not exist?
By making use of this logic, it was clear to me that I was right, at least in theory, as it didn't change the fact that my bus was nowhere to be seen. The woman's general response was "there's nothing I can do, the timetable here doesn't show this bus, there's one in two hours." Luckily I was able to get a lift from Dad, otherwise I would have finally gotten to work at about 1:30pm.

Work was another ridiculously quiet day, but I was only working 12-6 so it did pass pretty quickly. Literally nothing exciting happened during this time.

This evening I went to see Bill Bailey at the Craigmonie Centre (a.k.a. my old high school's theatre). It was fantastic; the show lasted a lot longer than he was booked for, mainly because he was destroyed by the oddness of Drum and it's inhabitants; by the end of the show he was going completely mad. In general the show was his usual mix of genuinely brilliant comedy, bizarre mind-trips, and music that is both hilarious and very talented. It was really surreal to see someone so famous perform in Drumnadrochit, but seeing him in such an intimate venue was brilliant: he spoke to me and Danny at separate points in the show, and James Redmond volunteered to assist him at one point. Incidentally, this proved to be a very awkward moment, naturally.

Today was a day that swung the preferred way: bad to good. And now I'm shattered.