Shitty Day

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Well, my Saturday sucked.

Woke up at 10am by my phone to find out one of my collegues had passed away... could I please come in early?

Well, that's not a request you can easily deny, so up I get, shower, and head down the road to work. Obviously everyone was in a bit of shock. He wasn't young, but it wasn't expected either. Apparently it was a heart attack, with a glass of whisky in one hand and a ciggarette in the other - he'd have appreciated the fact.

So I go in and it's about now that everything that could got wrong, went wrong.

• Two movies started more then 10 minutes late
• One movie did not turn into the right scope (so everyone had cone-heads)
• One movie muted itself
• I laced up the wrong movie
• One movie didn't go into the right scope AND the lights didn't go off
• One projector shat itself and wouldn't go for about 10 minutes. When I finally got it to work the sound shat itself and we canned the session

That's really not a good run for a projectionist on a 14 hour shift. It wasn't made any easier by the sheer number of people coming up and asking 'how I was' I mean, shock was the first thing, but I wasn't overly emotional - I've only known the guy for two months. Mostly I was irritated by all the fuck ups!

So yeah, after my very long day I finally reached home and was walking up the driveway when I spotted a couple of guys I knew drinking on the lawn. They asked if I wanted a beer. After my day a beer was exactly what I wanted.

Four beers later (in quick sucession) I was feeling much better... The morning after not so much.

So yeah, shit Saturday, very shit Saturday.

You Don't Mean It But It Hurts Like HELL

I'm not sure what is worse:
one: Being in a bad mood.
two: Being asked why you're in a bad mood.
three: Being not sure why you're in a bad mood.

I'm not really a person who talks about things deep and meaningful much in real life, I much prefer to keep things light most of the time, talking about my feelings, or generally talking about me... it's just not right.

I think somehow I was influenced by a book I read long ago, during my time with no friends, you have probably heard about it. 'How To Win Friends and Influence People' I only actually remember two things from this book:
one: The sweetest sound in the world to anyone, is the sound of their own name.
two: People like talking about themselves.
So, I tend to talk to people about themselves, and am quite self concious of talking about myself, the exception being if I've done a good job of something, I tell everyone.

And I don't talk about my moods. Not because I don't want to, but I can't. I've trained myself not to.

As for not knowing why I'm in a bad mood... I have a few ideas..

Bad Day

Yep, I've had a shocker. In chronological order:

I woke up at 5am and couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to go downstairs, get some munchies and watch SKY. When I got my munchies my chips got stuck in vending machine, which sucked. After I got sick of that I went back up to my room to go on the net where the cleaner yelled at me for something I didn't do, then proceeded to make me get off the net so she could use my phone.

I walked from one end of Wellington looking for a book and couldn't find it anywhere... my feet ache, and I have no book, if anyone has A Time of Exile by Katherine Kerr, that they wanna sell for $10, E Mail me

Today is also the open day today therefore there are people walking around everywhere, and I don't know 'em all, and they kinda scare me... :(

So basically, today sucks and I wish it'd end...