So I've been listening to this 30 second clip of Death Cab's new song over and over. It's good. I'm happy and looking forwards to May. I've just realised it comes out 2 days after I see Rogue Wave. Potentially between 8th - 15th May is going to be like the best week of 2008.
"And I long for this mirrored perspective"
So for most of today I was all by myself at work. It wasn't very interesting. Same old same old etc. Then I went to get my lunch. I apologise for the massive rant in advance. I went to Boots, like you do, Meal Dealing it up and all that. I go to buy my Meal Deal, and suddenly find that half the tills have disappeared and been replaced by - oh yes - self service tills. I can kind of appreciate the need for self service in large supermarkets, but in Boots?! It all seemed very strange. I was not best pleased when I was standing there waiting to be served by a human, when the man supervising the self service tills said to me "why don't you use the self service" so I was like "FINE!". I would honestly rather have had the experience of saying a few words to a human, being asked if I wanted a bag, and if I had an Advantage Card. But NO. Instead I had a computerised RP English voice (which sounds more like an American doing what they think is a 'British accent') telling me to move my food into the bagging area. My response would have been "fuck off" but obviously machines don't understand that. Anyway, I paid with a tenner, and it gave me my change...2 pound coins. I was like "hmm...I need another fiver" - and had to ask the same twatting attendant man who had made me use the damn thing in the first place, where the hell my fiver was. It turned out that notes come out of a completely different hole, somewhere around your knees - yeah, like I was going to see it there.
So yeah, I'm feeling angry. Are all people in shops going to be replaced by machines? Really speaking I don't see how these tills save time, as you do get retards (like me) who have issues with scanning the stuff, actually bothering to read the instructions and just generally using the bloody things. It would've been much quicker for me just to be served by a person.
I can imagine my job being taken by a robot in 10 years time (not that I'll still be doing this job by that time) but like, it would say, when people came to pick up photos: "please enter order number or surname". Really speaking, it would do the job much more efficiently than I can. Hah.
My other complaint for today relates to the second photo, which is of the new horrendously ugly entrance to the stupidly named Grand Arcade. I swear whoever they pay to design the new buildings in Cambridge really needs to get a different job because they are CRAP. Ugh.
Anyway, back to less grumpy things. David came and spent half the afternoon talking to me, which was good, so I didn't sit around doing nothing. I had an annoying Etonian/Cambridgian Tory phone up at 10 to 5 asking when we closed, and then turned up at 3 minutes to 5 to get his photo. Which reminds me, I need to find out what the hell Double Matrise is.
Wandered a bit, and stood at the bus stop for a while talking to David, eventually caught the bus when he said he was going to eat me or mince me. Scary. Yeah, so then I ended up on a bus which was full of small children who had been hanging out at the Science Festival. Geeks. There were SO many of them everywhere in town, you would've thought it was Disney day, not Science day. I was most upset to find that when I left work they'd taken down the signs on the building opposite work saying "Bjorn the Polar Bear" - I wanted to steal one.
Anyway, I have to go and eat now.
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