" Top button or lower button"
I remember standing in front of the drink vending machine this morning looking at the buttons very intently. The top button would give me a can with sugar and caffine, the bottom button would still give me a drink but one without the energy boosting goodness. After what seemed like an incredibile longtime I decided to go with the bottom button. I have enough problems without becoming addicted to caffine again.
It seemed like an incredbily long day at work again today. So much to do, so little time. It didn't help that I was waiting on a sample order from the main warehouse. It was finally ready this afternoon, a day and a bit late! I went off to collect it and almost despaired. There were samples of nine different books, 72 copies of each. Not boxed up or in packaging just piled on the trolley. Perfectly fine for moving them about in the warehouse, they would not survive the trip back up the road. Fortuantly the guy from the post room had come across at the same time and helped me and the other guy who had gone to collect the books quickly throw as many of them as we could into large boxes, then followed us back up the road to make sure if any of the books we couldn't fit in the boxes slipped from the trolleys he could quickly pick them up for us. By the time we go back to the office he had already helped collect fallen books several times. I gave him a couple of the new books as a thanks for helping. He initially refused them, saying he was there anyway and we didn't need to thank him. I know that a lot of other people in the company would have taken the books without a second thought but it was nice that he didn't want a thank you, or any freebies, he just wanted to help. We still managed to convince him to take them in the end though.
I had to help Tap dance with a essay for her evening course. Which was fun. It was a real flashback to my uni days, getting the essays ready the night before the hand in date, if not on the actual day. The frantic printing off and dash across campus to get to the department to hand it in before the deadline. It was fun, I had fun and I do miss it sometimes. It felt nice being in halls, I felt needed, I had my friends there all the time. They could turn to me and I could turn to them if we had had bad days. I miss them.
I don't like the institute course at the moment and I have to admit I'm struggling. It's really in depth and full on and after coming straight from work it's really hard to concentrate sometimes. I'm going to keep going of course, I'm not going to let it beat me, even if I do feel really thick sometimes as other members of the class can rattle off scriptures and have in depth religeous debates with the teacher which I loose track of sometimes. It's not that I don't know it, it just sometimes I can't remember it. Of course the flipside of that with my crazy memory is that for some things I have a near photographic memory like our IP and for other things like where did I just put my keys it's really bad. I suppose I can be best summed up by a quote from calvin and hobbes
" I'm not dumb, I just have a knowledge of useless information"
Only one more day until the weekend and I can't wait. I don't know what it is about this week but I just feel so drained and tired. I think I'm probably going to spend most of the weekend lying around being busy doing nothing. It wouldn't be productive but at least it will be fun.