shit

well i am having a bad day.
started with me misplacing my front door keys, a fact i only realised once i had closed the door.
ooops.
but a big phew as i have a spare set at work.

got to work late - nothing new there.
some of the stuff i was looking forward to being delivered wasn’t going to arrive thanks to the wind in the north. now that was a bit of a pisser.
then had to try to rewrite some guff for a sales kit. in the end i replaced american hyperbole with english hyperbole. in the end we decided not to bother with it all…

left work early, in case the spare keys didn’t work. they did.
have a quick shit and then off to tate modern. but first i will give them a call to discover where my tate magazine is. oh lucky i did that they have my address wrong again. for years not a problem. decide to pay for my membership by annual direct debit and the first year it all goes wrong. no card sent me. so when i was last there i get them to check. oh look they have a completely different address and name for me. excellent. i get it changed. days go by. still no tate magazine. i check again and they still have the wrong address. fuck.
now it is sorted. now lets get out of here.

mmm hold on the mortis lock key on the spare ones doesn’t work.
better look for the first choice keys.
not there. or there. maybe over here? no. perhaps in the front room. no. bathroom? no. fuck, fuck. fuck.
oh well not going to the tate modern.
well i can see balboa – i know i am going to like it as i loved the original rocky and this is going to be the same.
just need to find those keys.
where are they?
nope not there either.
where?
where?
where?

tick tock tick tock.
there goes the balboa start time. too late.

oh there they are. how did i miss them.
mmm if i rush i can see the return, the new sarah michelle gellar (who didn’t want to make a buffy movie in case she got type cast as a horror actress appearing in her latest horror movie…) will need to get some cash, but if i do my impression of an olympic walker i can get there in time.

no one at the cashpoint. result.
get £50 out so i can get the monthly cinema pass.
tip tap. card comes out. no money comes out. what?
try the other cashpoint. tap tip. money comes out.
but hold on i need to make sure that i am not being done for the other £50.
phone bank. usual security questions, didn’t get them wrong this time (though why the ask me what my address is twice i don’t know…)
apparently only one lot of £50 taken out. phew.
but then they want to sell me a credit card. i say no as i am in the car park of sainsburys.
well that is the return missed.

i’ll go home and watch a dvd. there is a godzilla one i just got. fuck it is the wrong region.
well that caps off the day.