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Jul. 29th, 2004 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againMmmmmm. I love the fact that the world of tennis is currently working with my slash interests and giving me a good giggle at the same time. My parents think I've developed an obsession with Roger Federer. I didn't tell them they'd have to add Andy Roddick into the mix to be anywhere near right. I know without even attempting explanations that parents and slash would not mix.
Work today was steady; not too stressful and with some fun moments to lighten the boredom. A Welsh couple left me a 50p tip after I told them the price in Welsh. I'm really surprised at how much Welsh I can remember - not even anywhere *near* fluent but I can do basics like good morning/afternoon/night, days of the week, numbers, how are you and so on. It gives me hope that if I put my mind too it - like I most certainly did *not* with Welsh - I'll be able to learn Latin and Italian over the next few years. I also chatted to a nice guy this morning about Amsterdam and thunderstorms, completely randomly. And almost comitted ice-cream-icide on a grandmother who *refused* to let her nine year old grandaughter answer for herself and openly poked fun at the little girl's opinion. I was serving them ice cream and the little girl emphatically said she wanted banana - repeated it several times and pointed it out - but the grandmother cheerfully decided "No you won't like it; give her caramel." So.... okay, who the hell is going to eat this ice cream?! But I did a caramel ice cream, then, deliberetely addressing the little girl and *not* her grandmother, asked if she wanted chocolate sprinkles.
"Yes give her chocolate sprinkles," came the answer before the little girl could even open her mouth.
It pisses me off when people assume that because kids are young, they don't have opinions or that what they say doesn't count. Ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you emphatically - and truthfully - that I hate kids, but at least I *listen* when they say what flavour ice-cream they want and don't assume that because I'm older I know what they want better than they do! I very carefully did *not* hand the ice cream to the grandmother but went around the counter and crouched down to hand it to the little girl herself. It was the least I could do when she was spending the day with such a pain in the ass of a grandmother.
I haven't actually stopped, sat down and had time to breathe since last Sunday. And I'm getting thrown in Erddig river tomorrow - oh sorry, having a civilised picnic *coff*yeahright*coff* and working Saturday, so I've got too more days to survive until I can flop. *cries* Not saying that it won't be fun but... flop-deprivation. *pathetic expression*
I think I need to spend next week - when I should hopefully have more time - immersed in writing because the list is growing ever longer and the only thing I'm getting done is tennis slash... which since there is apparently no RL tennis fandom whatsoever, is fairly pointless. All hail the pointlessness of my tennis obsession! *doesn't care because it's fun* ^__^
Suppose I should go and be productive. Or maybe eat some cherries. Mmmm. cherries. *goes in search of cherries*
Clo
Work today was steady; not too stressful and with some fun moments to lighten the boredom. A Welsh couple left me a 50p tip after I told them the price in Welsh. I'm really surprised at how much Welsh I can remember - not even anywhere *near* fluent but I can do basics like good morning/afternoon/night, days of the week, numbers, how are you and so on. It gives me hope that if I put my mind too it - like I most certainly did *not* with Welsh - I'll be able to learn Latin and Italian over the next few years. I also chatted to a nice guy this morning about Amsterdam and thunderstorms, completely randomly. And almost comitted ice-cream-icide on a grandmother who *refused* to let her nine year old grandaughter answer for herself and openly poked fun at the little girl's opinion. I was serving them ice cream and the little girl emphatically said she wanted banana - repeated it several times and pointed it out - but the grandmother cheerfully decided "No you won't like it; give her caramel." So.... okay, who the hell is going to eat this ice cream?! But I did a caramel ice cream, then, deliberetely addressing the little girl and *not* her grandmother, asked if she wanted chocolate sprinkles.
"Yes give her chocolate sprinkles," came the answer before the little girl could even open her mouth.
It pisses me off when people assume that because kids are young, they don't have opinions or that what they say doesn't count. Ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you emphatically - and truthfully - that I hate kids, but at least I *listen* when they say what flavour ice-cream they want and don't assume that because I'm older I know what they want better than they do! I very carefully did *not* hand the ice cream to the grandmother but went around the counter and crouched down to hand it to the little girl herself. It was the least I could do when she was spending the day with such a pain in the ass of a grandmother.
I haven't actually stopped, sat down and had time to breathe since last Sunday. And I'm getting thrown in Erddig river tomorrow - oh sorry, having a civilised picnic *coff*yeahright*coff* and working Saturday, so I've got too more days to survive until I can flop. *cries* Not saying that it won't be fun but... flop-deprivation. *pathetic expression*
I think I need to spend next week - when I should hopefully have more time - immersed in writing because the list is growing ever longer and the only thing I'm getting done is tennis slash... which since there is apparently no RL tennis fandom whatsoever, is fairly pointless. All hail the pointlessness of my tennis obsession! *doesn't care because it's fun* ^__^
Suppose I should go and be productive. Or maybe eat some cherries. Mmmm. cherries. *goes in search of cherries*
Clo
