Party Hard

This morning I awoke to discover that my low mood last night had magnified into what is essentially a relapse into depression. I had all the symptoms I haven't had for a very long time; couldn't see any point in getting out of bed, completely terrified about being around people at work and feeling utterly hopeless. To cut an incredibly self indulgent story short it seems my time at the psychiatrist is definitely helping because as the morning progressed I slowly cheered up whereas in the past feeling like that took me weeks to overcome. Another thing I attribute to my speedy attitude change is Andrew W.K. because I discovered that when listening to his music it is impossible to be entirely unhappy. By the afternoon work went fine: it was a somewhat irritating level of business where there was always a few people milling around but very little sales going through. When I approached one guy to see if he needed a hand he turned around, clearly preemptively amused with himself, and lold, "oh so you've got nothing to do then". I looked at him unimpressed and simply stated " I'm a salesman, I'm serving customers; do you need a hand?" Turns out he did and I spent the next 20 minutes answering his questions. Another couple approached me with major complaints about a TV that has stopped working and they were unhappy with the repair procedure that is currently underway. I was confirming that they will have everything sorted out for them under their guarantee but they insisted on quoting the sales of goods act and other regulations, to which I picked apart each section of relevant trading standards, either proving why it didn't apply to them or showing how they were being adhered to. The husband was a massive skinheaded glaswiegian in his 40s who looked like he might kill me, but when he interrupted me at one point I, purely by reflex, snapped "well if you could let me finish...". Interestingly this seemed to gain their respect and by the end of the conversation they were laughing and joking with me thanking me repeatedly. For my customer service I'm getting a pay rise, lol jk, I'm completely ignored by the company. Oh sorry, I digress. After work I met Michael Wedge in town who's doing great and then at the bus stop met Alice, Connor, Sapphire, Vicky etc. This lead to an enjoyable if totally manic journey. In the evening me and my family went out to the retail park again. To counterbalance the boredom I decided to go to Costa. Their credit card machines were down so I headed off for the cash machine. In leaving the store I noticed another handwritten sign informing patrons that their coffee machine too had packed in, leaving coffee off the menu. Still I decided i wanted something so carried on to the cashpoint only to find that out of order. At this point I completely gave up on the whole affair and sat in the car hoping no more technological failures would impede my evening. Thankfully the car did make it all the way back to Drum where my mixed day came to an end. Song of the day is called Stereo Love by Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina. I think that's what I wrote down anyway, because it was playing at work and its the first time I've heard some sort of accordion in dance music. Once I got over that I found it be really nice background music. Perhaps if I heard it properly it will be awful but I liked it at the time.