I can't remember, so I'll just say smiles. I've decided to give up on the whole grouchy thing I had going on yesterday, it doesn't really sit well with me. And yesterday was such a pants day, that today will be fabulous in comparision. A combination of stress and tiredness and more tiredness was the mitgiating factors in my mood. To top it all off, there were some hangbags on my website and hardly any of the team were online. So I had to MOD. I very rarely never MOD. For various reasons. The main one being back in the day of the other website I took care of, I was attacked for every post I made, whether I was MODDIng or not. The coven, as they were affectionately known, waited and waited and then launched. Bruised and battered, when I left that place, I vowed never again to get into a situation where I am needed to MOD or that I am scared of what people think about how I do things. But yesterday I had to do something and I wouldn't really be a good team-mate if I didn't do my job. So I MODDed. And then of course came the accusations. And the whole, and its one my 'favourite' words from the fallout from the other site, 'transparency' and lest I forget accountability. They were thrown around so much in the bad old days, I was almost tempted to get them on a t-shirt. When you're an admin or a MOD, you don't make mistakes apparently. This is why I prefer coding. Machines are a lot easier to deal with then people.
Thankfully, things have calmed down and hopefully everyone will be respectful of the other person. By the time I was ready to leave, I was so looking forward to training. I felt sorry for the mate J who was going to partner me. That was the plan. In between all the website madness, I got a phonecall from the kid.
"Hi, Shelly, can you talk to the man who's going to do my lip piercing" This was all news to me. She repeated her query and suddenly I was talking to a random bloke.
"Hi, yeah, Miss Farrell,I have your sister here and she wants to get her lip pierced, I just have to check with a parent, sorry, guardian and all that."
I said fine and then I could hear squeals from her and she was gone. I'm glad I have such a big impact in her life. I left work, cursing the world, got home, fell asleep on the couch and then was late for training, well I thought I was late. I was a briar! The mate J was late, I had to ask this Ukrainian/Russian/Random country to partner me. As I said to the mate J later, you'd swear I asked her to go steady. She looked at me as if I was a line dancing hobbit and nodded. She's obviously been training for a while now judging from her kicks and punches but my word, she's a strange one. I've convinced she's a robot. No emotion whatsoever. No wait, there was a smile at around 7.30. I think it was wind personally. What caused the smile is beyond me because she was looking off into the distance and holding the focus pad to the side, so I was executing one of the more inventive side kicks. No conversation whatsoever, which I wouldn't have minded had she just held her stance so I could get my kicks right. Muppet. Normally when you're partnered, if you hit hard and the other person has to adjust you wait. You don't follow through with a kick. I had to peel myself off the wall at one stage. Instead of stopping and asking how I was, she was lining up for the next one. Ruthless. See what I mean, a killing machine. I now know why she didn't have a partner at the start.
The mate J had a shitty day with work and so we headed to the local for a pint and a rant. She also skipped lunch and dinner so the mighty crisps and peanut selection of the local provided her with some sustenance. On arriving back into the apartment, the kid showed up the mate K's shopping purchases. K's dad gave her 500 euros for her 18th birthday which is on Friday. She bought these boots, which are impossible to describe. I shall take a picture with my new fancy schmancy digital camera and post it up here. Check me out, technology here I come!
Today is her last exam. There are no need for words. Tonight we're bringing her to get a quote for the tatoo and then out to dinner. Of course, with it being her last exam, she was stuck into the books last night. The chemistry book is the book we are most likely to get our money back for , it looks brand new still. But we don't really care at this stage. She got through and did it and I am so proud of her.
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