Bizarre icecream
I splashed out and bought myself a 900ml tub of Movenpick. Caramelita, because caramel is... let's just say I'm a caramel girl not a chocolate girl. I can and have eaten myself sick on the stuff.
Anyhow.
Tub of icecream: Labelled Caramelita. It's on the top shelf of a cupboard-style freezer, I yoink it into my basket, and go.
Two days later, I decided to have some. And think "huh, that's odd, a walnut. And this doesn't actually taste much of caramel." But it's late at night and I kind of forget about it.
Two days later I decide to have some! And there is walnut again, and this time, I notice the LID has a Maple Walnut label.
The tub? Caramelita label, Caramelita ingredients list. The lid? Maple Walnut. The contents? Maple Walnut!
Actually, it's pretty tasty, I am totally eating it anyway, and I'm mostly just glad I don't have e.g. nut allergies. And as, somewhat to my surprise, I still have the receipt, I'm contacting Movenpick NZ just, you know. As a polite FYI...
I’m a what now?
Location: fish and chip shop.
Players: Me; group of mid to late teen boys.
The boys are gathered around a dust bin, using the top as a table for their fish'n'chips and Coke bottles. While waiting for my dinner, various lads have wandered in several times requesting more food, as trawls of pockets and wallets have revealed previously unlocated small change.
I get my dinner, and wander back to the car.
".... facebook... page ... you should ... facebook .... nah bro, didn't you hear they're shutting Bebo down?"
"Awww, bro, no way, nah, you're fulla shit mate."
"For real, bro, shutting it down, you gotta get you a Facebook man."
"Nah nah, you're all fulla shit."
Me: "He's right. AOL are either selling or shutting down Bebo - check up on Google, AOL are making the announcement next month."
"Shit, really? Fuck, man, that sucks."
I get into the car. I hear laughter, as said young man has apparently been "owwwwned, bro".
"Fuuuck, man, how does some old lady know about Bebo anyway?"
One more thing off the list
I stopped into a thrift shop that supports the local hospice today. Generally, I shouldn't be allowed into this place - I find it impossible to leave empty handed, particularly because their range of second hand books is a) good b) cheap.
Today, I left with a purple cushion for the couch ($5), some fake fur fragments (also destined for a cushion cover, $1), and a suitcase. Which is in perfectly acceptable shape, only cost $35, and is coming to the UK with me.
Point taken, ma'am.
I just got a very entertaining text message from my mother.
The crappy neighbour (long story) had music so loud that Mum's whole house was vibrating with the *doofdoofdoof*.
Mum has inner ear problems. This made her nauseous. So, she rang noise control.
She's wandering around the house with a bucket, because *doofdoof* = nausea, remember.
Noise control knocks on the door to advise her they're about to remove the stereo of the relevant neighbour.
Instead of saying "Thank you very much", she instead threw up into the bucket.
Apparently this was a very effective way to make her point.
The trick is to keep breathing
On the occasions that I decide to have junk food for lunch, it's usually a kiddie combo. It's more than enough food for a Mahal, it's comparatively cheap, and there are toys. (Yes, in spirit I'm about three.) Thanks to excessive penguins (Happy Feet) and lack-of-stock of whatever the current promotion was, my work PC is now sporting the ornament of a plastic egg, and a stuffed-toy penguin. It's adorable.
I'm still pondering what to do here. The grumbles I have are rather minor, when all is taken into account. It's ennui, rather than bad conditions. Woe is me, I cannot Internet at work. Yes, I'm bored, and no, I don't want to work helpdesk forever. And man alive I wish I was allowed a distraction. Ebooks. My ipod. SOMETHING.
But, this is a good workplace. I have good workmates, my boss is a good man. Particularly in relation to things like excessive sick leave, and so on. I know I'm lucky to have landed the job, and be given the training I have, and so on and so forth.
I think, in the end, I'll be in no rush to move on. But if I do spot a really nice role, one that allows me to train or move into administration, I may apply. At worst, I'll end up remaining here, which isn't really complaint worthy.
And in the meantime, pray for an end to boredom.