OMG, has it just been one of those days... that starts off rather unentertaining and as the day progresses - the sequence of events that get you through seem to AMAZE the bejeebers out of ya!
This morning was the same as usual, struggle to sleep, tossing and turning (wondering if the baby is still breathing) and finally the Nanny is doing her job and taking care of our boy. Always good to wake up to that beautiful smile, he was fed, dressed and ready to go to Kohanga. Unfortunately, I had slept in, hoping that I would be at work at 8am... but managed to get on the bus at that time.
I get to the bus stop, wishing a bus would turn up (YAY the 91 arrived), it stopped raining, things were going well. Are you as selective as I am, when choosing a seat in the bus, do you almost put your judgemental 'first impressions' hat on... or do you profile like I do, and have a preference of the lucky recipient of having the honour of sitting next to you.
Step 1: Get to the front of the cue, taking in exception for the elderly, parents with children, mobility impared people... you get my drift.
Step 2: Confidently have my snapper card ready (and loaded) for efficient entrance
Step 3: Scout for empty two seaters, preferable on the left hand side (facing forward) to get a view of the harbour, all fingers crossed - the window seat is mine!
Step 4: In failing that, I try to find someone that is NOT sitting halfway on the other chair... and preferably not a male. I say that lightly, because - I dont know what it is about men, but they tend sit with their legs wide apart if still riding that horse (no pun intended).
Step 5: I find my victim, I mean my seat and hope that this person doesnt smell, playing incredibly loud music, or start cuddling up to me in their sleepy journey to work.
argh... going off track here - but I got off the bus, and noticed the old woman with the collection bucket for daffodil day. I have been waiting for this day to come around for a while, as I love to support the New Zealand Cancer Society and any research they do. I reach into my bag, grab out a couple of dollars and get one of those pin on daffodils… and then I notice Wholly Bagels (great… starving) I get into the store, ready to order, but I cant find my freaking wallet - WTF? I manic around the place searcing for it, because seriously it is only about 10 meters and 10 seconds from when I had it in my hot little hand - until the great disappearing act! Needless to say, I frumped (is that even a word?) back to work - and began to unload on my collegues. I was hoping somebody would hand in my wallet saving me from having to cancel all my cards in there - but I thought I should really get onto cancelling them immediately, only to hang up from Kiwibank… and have the branch shop in Manners Mall advise that someone had handed my wallet in!
nb: insert scenes of me doing a happy dance, and fiercly waving my hands in the air… occur here>>>
Then told that I cant reverse the cancellations, so what am I able to do know Kiwibank? What else could I do but Twitter my frustrations away! I find that I get more of a response this way… and consensus that I am NOT loosing my mind. There are always helpful people, willing to tweet back helpful hints and tricks.
The day got even better, as I discover my F'N!!! Aupair/Nanny has packed her bags after two weeks of being in the country… enough for now - will update you on that venture later.
