Sometimes, you have to buy smaller things receptacles so that you can downsize your collection of things into it.
Hmn, I seem to have spotted another crevice which has managed to avoid decluttering…until now.
The Paradox of Things
November 12th, 2011Muziack
November 12th, 2011I dunno what it is, but music seems to evoke more memories, feelings, dreams than movies do. It’s almost as if the lack of visual stimuli hones all the other senses.
Non Wacky Tabaccy
November 12th, 2011I caught myself having the most un-me thought this afternoon. While waiting around for mum, I thought to myself, “If I were a smoker, this would be where I’d pop out for a ciggy”.
Apart from a very brief flutter of teenage experimentation, I’m not a smoker.
Odd.
Bakerpoo
November 10th, 2011Further to my previous post regarding London Underground. I present to you, this afternoon’s service announcement -
*Thumbs down*
At least I’m not taking it today.
Shoe Shopping, Shoddy Service
November 10th, 2011My old trainers of ten years have finally given up the ghost and were falling to bits at the sole, leaving little bits of grainy rubber all over the gym floor. Into the bin they went and off to sports wear emporium I went.
Normally, I’d take a gamble and purchase footwear online. I’ve never had any issues with wrong sizing, but this time, I thought I’d pop into a physical Sports Direct at one of the delightful retail centers near me. Well, what a tedious experience that turned out to be.
Having had a look at trainers online, I knew what I was after and found the pair I liked in the store pretty quickly. I asked the first person I found for some assistance who then radioed someone on the walkie-talkie to come help me. I waited a bit, looked at some hideous footwear and it became pretty apparent that no one was coming. So I asked the next person, he too radioed someone and again I waited. The hideous shoes still looked hideous and I was getting nowhere. I asked another person and guess what? She also radioed someone to come over. I asked why she wasn’t able to assist and it turned out that the shoe corner wasn’t her responsibility and that the bloke who was in charge of that area was in the other corner helping someone else. She later nipped off to hang some clothes. It seems to deal with sports shoes, one needs some sort of special qualification?? I went over to the other corner and there was no one there, so I returned back to where I’d picked out my shoes and tweeted my annoyance.
Finally, someone came, I requested my size six and lo and behold, they fitted fine. Should’ve just ordered them online as usual. While waiting around, I could feel my blood pressure gradually rising, if I had to wait any longer, I’m sure I would’ve thrown a temper tantrum worthy of a YouTube view. I mean, really, how difficult is it to nip round back and pick out a pair of shoes? It’s quite a big store, spread over two floors and it wasn’t like they were understaffed either. There were two just lingering on the staircase chatting.
I had purposefully gone in during a quiet period so that I could get in and out in about 10-15 mins, but the whole ordeal seemed to suck up an hour. Anyway, hopefully I shouldn’t need any new trainers for another ten years and if I do, I shall be purchasing them online. I prefer to interact with retail staff a little as possible.
Oh Dear, What An Unfortunate Experience on the Travel Infrastructure that is The Tube
November 9th, 2011Oh London Underground, you are that unnecessary evil.
I’ve been taking The Tube more often than usual over the past week or so and every time I’ve been on, there has always been something wrong with the Bakerloo line. The worst is when you’re at the platform waiting. Waiting without an announcement or notification on the iPhone about minor delays/severe delays/part suspensions*.
Sure, The Tube was once a pioneering marvel in rapid transit systems but over a hundred years on, you wonder whether parts of it are still stuck in the mid-1800′s. Plenty of cities have since surpassed it in speed and efficiency. As a life long Londoner and intrepid traveler, it does pain me to say that The Tube is among the worst metro system I have used, along with Paris Metro. Paris Metro might be marginally worse as you have to lift up a latch to exit the carriage, at least it’s automated on The Tube.
I’m trying to think of something positive to say about The Tube, but the best I can come up with is that once in a while, when you’re stuck between stations, the announcement can be quite entertaining.
*Delete as appropriate.
fleaBay
November 8th, 2011Oh eBay, you’ll allow scalpels to be sold but not Swiss Army Knives? Where will I get rid of my spares now?!
Shredder
November 7th, 2011
Not for ties, screwdrivers, hair or teletubbies.
The Darkside of Decluttering
November 7th, 2011Whenever I have a Latin query, I immediately think back to my WISK sheets (what I should know) from my school days, then I remember that I had ceremoniously ignited them ten years ago. Kinda wished I didn’t do that now. I’m actually finding it harder to look up the required info on the web than I would’ve had I still possessed my notes. I can remember which page and what it looks like but for the life of me, I can’t remember the details, where the devil lies.
Difficile est tenere quae acceperis nisi exerceas.
Can’t Win
November 5th, 2011Have too many clothes/things – can’t decide what to wear/use. Not enough clothes/things – complain about lack of variety/practical implements. Finding the equilibrium must be one of life’s great mysteries.