Days like that...
May. 17th, 2006 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaniIt began when I found out a leak from the ceiling in my W.C yesterday...
Now I'm waiting for the plumber...
Today was also anti-homophobic day celebrating the fact W.H.O stopped considering homosexuality as a mental disease in 1990. One of my students wore a tight and short rainbow t-shirt but it's only after the class that I made the connection ! lol
As for me, I wore the Tom McRae t-shirt I bought after his concert at The Olympia in October!
Don't think anyone at school made the connection. Tom's name isn't on the t-shirt, there are only lyrics from How The West Was Won, a blue and white text on a brown t-shirt (with a big blue "Light me a smoke" which is funny since I don't smoke), so only "the happy few" can understand what it is about.
But as I was walking in the street on my way back from the post office, a black guy driving a truck passed by, looked at me and shouted "Yes that's neat!".
Was he a Tom's fan who was in the know?
A pro-smoking guy who thought my chest was delivering a message or something?
Did he simply check me out?
Does that t-shirt make my breasts look bigger????
Days like that...
I called the plumber - only got the answering message- and he called me back this morning just when I was leaving for work. He was willing to come and check today, in the afternoon, but he needed to check the apartment above...which apartment is empty. So I had to found a way to get the keys from the landlord...whom I didn't know ! I only had a name on the mail box.
I went to work being concerned (you know me Anxious Queen of Worrydom !), almost got run over by a car on my way, taught things that bore my students to death, lost my right shoe in the classroom as I was walking around and teaching, and eventually I found in my box the summoning to mark the National exam in June, attend the jury's deliberations, the oral tests etc...At least they don't send me in the suburb.
When I was back home, first I thought of asking the interior decorator whose shop is just below because he's very nice and the kind of man everybody trusts. He must know how to reach the people I needed to contact. Unfortunately the shop was closed.
I managed to get the phone number of the building managing agent, from a neighbour, and when I got someone finally on the phone, they told me they had only the address of the landlord I was trying to contact. Grrrrrrrr....Thanks to the address, I got a phone number fromt he information service...just to found out that the landlord in question who happened to live in Southern France had left the keys to the interior decorator! Meanwhile he had come back so he gave them to me and I called back the plumber.
Since it's a day of bloody hassle, I decided to go to the post office before the plumber came...
In March I orderedherself_nyc 's novel on Amazon.com. It was supposed to arrive between the end of April and May 9. I still haven't received it. Yesterday I e-mailed Amazon and they told me that it was probably lost but I should check with my local post office just in case. After queuing up for 30 minutes I got to the counter and the guy told me they had too many packages in there so he couldn't help me unless I had a package number. Grrrrrrr...I ran back home, retrieved a package tracking number Amazon provided on email and went back to the post office. Looks like that number didn't work!
Guessing that I was beginning to get really pissed off, the guy told me to write down my address and number and that he would look for the lost package later and would call me.
I went to work being concerned (you know me Anxious Queen of Worrydom !), almost got run over by a car on my way, taught things that bore my students to death, lost my right shoe in the classroom as I was walking around and teaching, and eventually I found in my box the summoning to mark the National exam in June, attend the jury's deliberations, the oral tests etc...At least they don't send me in the suburb.
When I was back home, first I thought of asking the interior decorator whose shop is just below because he's very nice and the kind of man everybody trusts. He must know how to reach the people I needed to contact. Unfortunately the shop was closed.
I managed to get the phone number of the building managing agent, from a neighbour, and when I got someone finally on the phone, they told me they had only the address of the landlord I was trying to contact. Grrrrrrrr....Thanks to the address, I got a phone number fromt he information service...just to found out that the landlord in question who happened to live in Southern France had left the keys to the interior decorator! Meanwhile he had come back so he gave them to me and I called back the plumber.
Since it's a day of bloody hassle, I decided to go to the post office before the plumber came...
In March I ordered
herself_nyc 's novel on Amazon.com. It was supposed to arrive between the end of April and May 9. I still haven't received it. Yesterday I e-mailed Amazon and they told me that it was probably lost but I should check with my local post office just in case. After queuing up for 30 minutes I got to the counter and the guy told me they had too many packages in there so he couldn't help me unless I had a package number. Grrrrrrr...I ran back home, retrieved a package tracking number Amazon provided on email and went back to the post office. Looks like that number didn't work!Guessing that I was beginning to get really pissed off, the guy told me to write down my address and number and that he would look for the lost package later and would call me.
Now I'm waiting for the plumber...
Today was also anti-homophobic day celebrating the fact W.H.O stopped considering homosexuality as a mental disease in 1990. One of my students wore a tight and short rainbow t-shirt but it's only after the class that I made the connection ! lol
As for me, I wore the Tom McRae t-shirt I bought after his concert at The Olympia in October!
Don't think anyone at school made the connection. Tom's name isn't on the t-shirt, there are only lyrics from How The West Was Won, a blue and white text on a brown t-shirt (with a big blue "Light me a smoke" which is funny since I don't smoke), so only "the happy few" can understand what it is about.
But as I was walking in the street on my way back from the post office, a black guy driving a truck passed by, looked at me and shouted "Yes that's neat!".
Was he a Tom's fan who was in the know?
A pro-smoking guy who thought my chest was delivering a message or something?
Did he simply check me out?
Does that t-shirt make my breasts look bigger????
Days like that...
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