Currently I am operating on under four hours of sleep. I had to get up early because I needed to get a coach ticket printed and be at the coach stop by 11am. Only problem is, we have six printers in our house not one of them fucking works. Yesterday I attempted to make three of the bastards print. The first one pretended the black ink cartridge was empty no matter how many times I installed the fresh bloody cartridge. The second one printed only in vague lines and the third one, well that was awesome. It printed every single colour.... except black.
So, having to give up eventually, I resolved to get up early in the morning so at the very least I could go out to the library or, as my housemate had suggested, go to Learn Direct and use their printers. After waking up at 8:30am on the couple hours sleep I had, I asked my landlord, aka The Admiral, if he could help. He might have been able to help with the one that won't print black, but it meant leaving the ink cartridge in distilled water for several hours. He did that anyway, but I didn't have hours, so he gave me yet another printer to use. This printer was designed for use with, let's see.... Windows 95? Yeah.... I didn't even have the right cables for that shit.
With the only other two printers missing a power lead and ink seperately, I was left with but the option of going into town. Maybe the library could help, or as I say, Learn Direct....
Yeaaaah...
The library was closed for renovation until Autumn... and Learn Direct looked abandoned.
I wandered the streets for a fucking internet cafe' or something, at least until 10am when Learn Direct was supposed to be open, but t'was in vain. Now ready to give up and try to reschedule the ticket, I headed home. Got in, complained to The Admiral, who said Learn Direct would be open by now. What's more... he fucking KNEW someone there. He called Learn Direct, which was now suddenly populated with people, and I forwarded my email from National Express to Learn Direct for them to print for me, then The Admiral drove me back into town and back home again, clutching my ticket safely in hand. What's more, he then drove me to the coach stop so I got there in ample time. Action teacher was, ironically, here to save me.
I may have forgotten to shave, had no time to shower, not packed the important games I needed to fix up and trade in, and left my debit card at home.... but I made it. Yaaaaay.
Coach journey was... interesting. Interesting in that I'm 80% sure the woman sat next to me across the aisle was masturbating. I swear it. She was sat back against the window, legs apart (one foot on the spare seat, one on the floor) with a cover obscuring her entire lower half, and an arm under that cover moving at a rapid "bean flicker" pace. As if that wasn't evidence damning enough, she went to the toilet right after she'd stopped too. I wasn't born yesterday.
I think she was a bit mentally simple, which would make the likelihood of her doing it all the greater. All I'll say is that I felt like a twat for not bringing my sunglasses, ifyaknowotimeen.
Right, I'm off, cunts.
- Jim.