Today I found myself wondering how low I can go, which is a struggle with my 6'7 frame. It being a Monday morning, of course I had to take a massive amount of calls with people waiting and getting more annoyed in the queue all the time. With my salary overdue I tried getting £30 back from a web saver account, but cannot access it as both opening or closing an account requires I identify myself at a branch. Putting £30 in it on line to open it had been easy, but my money is Halifax's it appears, until I get a renewed passport. I may have to grab a bus on loaned money later this week, how fabulous. Also, last night, my father called me at home and I belatedly congratulated him on his birthday I had forgot. I never had forgotten a birthday in my life so I felt right rotten, but it was worse when he told me he recently recovered from a severe pneumonia. I had had no idea. Thirdly, my team leader expected a wee report on her desk today with my plans to come late a lot less often, and my application for a role as trainer on the job. I had had over a week to think about both but I kept the document short: "Still depending on public transport, all I can do is grab the very first bus each morning and hope for the best - and so long as my lateness record doesn't improve I suppose I haven't earned career progress." Great going, of course. Around the late morning I experienced a little blackout while on the phone with a forgettable customer, dealt with the issue quickly and then walked to the bathroom - blanking everyone underway. To bite back a few tears. It's been a while since I've become overcome with emotion.. But on getting a fresh nose outside I wondered if I couldn't go any lower and get more stuck in a repetitive life, with less family and friends still, less travel, less writing, less money and less power than I've already lost.
On a bus from Bolton to Piccadilly, Chris had a moment to think. It wasn't a long moment, rather a pause between two songs on his mp3 player. He did have a talent for allowing thoughts to hit him, almost as quick as a feeling could. Entertaining the thought by deciding against the dancy tune that had just come on, Chris browsed instead for an old a-Ha favourite. By hitting somewhat deeper, as "Early morning, eight o'clock precise.." tingled though his earpieces, the thought entertained him in return. Chris folded up his newspaper on the empty seat beside him, rollicked about as the bus half-heartedly turned a corner, and gazed out the foggy window. His stop was near now, and the thought had gone.
I spent enough time on GTA Vice City to become a bit bored with it, so yesterday I started eventing again using the excellent Lucinda Green's Equestrian Challenge. Good fun, though my girlfriend keeps insisting I should ride a real horse. I'm not so sure, so it's time to buy another game altogether. FIFA 05 should be on it's way and because the Rugby World Cup has been a good watch sofar, I thought I'd order EA Sports Rugby 2006. It got better reviews on line than the later versions. Unfortunately I made a slight error on Amazon and ordered Ubisoft Rugby Challenge 2006 instead.. It might still be a good game, but this screenshot of 3 podgy All Blacks doing a wee dance while England score a try, has me worried. Mind you, let's hope the South Africans dance similarly next Saturday!
Since we got the desktop computer working with a monitor, gaming is an option again. Lottie and I got a new game called "Lucinda Green's Equestrian Challenge". And, though I never thought I could enjoy myself running ponies across a field, I have to say it's actually rather fabulous. The best bit being, of course, that in the space of two days I have become a top rated four star eventer - beating the likes of Polly Stockton and my girlfriend! Mind you, Lottie is now wondering if I'll have a go on a real pony. It's a bad idea to take gaming into the real world though - GTA Vice City should come in soon..
