Fun Fact #1: The brakepads on my bicycle are wearing out. I discovered this buzzing downhill, fast, en route to work.
Fun Fact #2: Throwing up when you get to work because you have excess adrenalin because you narrowly avoided hitting a truck is NO FUN. (See: brakepads wearing out.)
Fun Fact #3: I will be taking advantage of glide time tomorrow and pottering into the bike shop en route to work tomorrow.
Yes, I had a BRILLIANT start to my day. How can you tell?
In other news, Iâ€™ve shifted offices again. Work decided to hire two new people, and seeing as theyâ€™ll both rank further up the chain than I do, I get to share an office again, with the head sysadmin. Heâ€™s a nice bloke, but it does restrict my ability to naff off, have personal phonecalls, and such, whilst at work. Boo hiss.
With that in mind, Iâ€™ve sent an email to AprilJob:
Sorry to be a giant pain, but seeing as techâ€™s now re-open, the only thing holding me up on putting loan application into the bank is Job.
They donâ€™t need concrete details about everything (not that Iâ€™d complain if you do have ideas!) but a quick â€œYup, Mahalâ€™s got a full-time job lined up with sufficient income that sheâ€™ll be able to pay back a loanâ€ would be quite useful!
Anyone see any reason that they CANâ€™T finally go clickety-clack-type and SEND ME A FREAKING LETTER so I CAN GET MONEY from the BANK??
Yes, patience is something I lack. What of it?
Eta: Reply within 5 minutes was thus: â€œReply being composed as we speak. Be about 20 minutes.â€
Itâ€™s nice having the family here. Went up to the luge with Angel on Saturday morning – she and I merrily threw ourselves down the mountainside on little plastic carts, gossiped, got sunburnt, ate icecream, and generally putzed around for four hours.
For some reason, I felt really chuffed that Uncle trusted me with Angel. He and Auntie are quite protective over her – sheâ€™s the youngest, and letâ€™s just say two of the other three cousins have turned out to be less than wonderful.
I wish that making my own decisions didnâ€™t feel like such a betrayal of my family. Itâ€™s silly, because what Iâ€™m choosing has NOTHING to do with my family. But I know that it will seem like such a betrayal to them that it makes me feel bad. Even though itâ€™s still the right choice for me, itâ€™s a bloody hard one.