Today was not the best day ever.
But lets go back to yesterday. Friday saw me start the new projectionist job and it was a very good first day. Was flat out all day and was glad to get off at 5, with the intention of going home, having a great meal, maybe a movie and then to bed. Mr James Wright had other plans. A few cheeky ones to round of the week? Why, certainly. Nothing wrong with one or two pints and a chat with a mate to polish off an already pretty shiny day. However, skip forward a good few hours, past the beer, the offended old
Chinese woman (the sign
DEFINITELY said half price dim sum. I think.) and the pissed off cloak room attendant, and the empty
Finglands bus journey that never ended. Saturday morning. Simon wakes with thoughts of football and hangover food. He reaches over to where his glasses should be and grabs... nothing. Not a sausage. The day is going to be very blurry indeed.
So, this great day off I had planned, starting with the Liverpool v. Man
Utd match, ended up taking on the shape of a very out of focus
optometrists. And whilst waiting for first the eye appointment and then the new glasses to be ready, I went to the cinema and listened to a few movies. After the first movie I realised I had lost my phone (got it back later on in the day, had left it in the screen), and whilst my mind was on this new woe plus still dealing with a hangover, I choose my frames and handed over the credit card to pay and all was fine and dandy. What was that? How much were the glasses?
Hmmm, maybe I should take a closer look at the bill...
Oh dear.
Oh dear, oh dear.
£350
Could have had a nice holiday with that. But then I do now own a very nice pair of rimless titanium framed glasses. Just going to put in a few extra hours at work I think...
