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Irritations
It's a day off. But. Had to call the Police Information Service to update my stolen bike report, having been informed there IS CCTV. Having navigated the minefield of their robotic option list, I sit on line for so long that it suggests calling back. High volume of non-urgent calls, it says. I decide to try texting it, since I'm giving it info, and that seemed to go through.
I'd be surprised if that helps, to be honest. They might see a person cutting the lock and taking the bike but unless that's someone known to the police, with an address known to the police, chances aren't terrific. It's not something like a violent altercation where CCTV is useful, since it shows who did what to whom. But it's something that might help.
Then around the corner for a haircut and a few items from the shop. Our road is being dug up, well, the footpaths are, to sink the power lines and so, it turns out, is the major road where the shops are. Major vehicles/machinery and people in HiVis gear. Sign says to use the other path. Over a road that's next thing to a highway. No. So I walk just around the cones where hopefully neither the cars nor the machinery can get me, though since this has been going on for days, I'm close to not caring. I can't even walk to the train station without risking daily death.
The barber's off duty and his wife's on the job, with even less English than him. Giving hair instructions is usually easy but she makes it complicated. Then tries to charge me $5 over what he usually does. More language difficulty as I try to work out is this a pay rise on everyone or is she mixed up? The other customer gets into it and there's more confusion but I get away with my usual price and a resolution to ask Sami wtf as soon as possible or else find somewhere else to go if I see she's working that day. I'm not refusing to cough up for a genuine pay rise but Sami usually flags that by telling you, "Next time it's such and such."
I get home and decide to make damper. I'm not a great cook but sometimes I do things like bread if I'm strapped for cash/too lazy to walk to the main shopping centre. I check recipes online but get stymied by the requirement to sign in to some group or other in order to be able to read for more than a few seconds. I just want to see how much baking powder to use! Finally I give up and use a basic recipe I had written down a few months/years ago.
I'm messing with it because I only want to make a small bun, and maths is not my strong suit. But hey, that looks like it worked. Now I only have to remember what I did.
My rental property is being passed over to another agency. Same owner. I've no idea what the problem was there; they always did right by me. I suppose it's money in some way. At least it sort of explains why I didn't get a rental inspection in February when it was due, not that I complained. But it's a bit more tension while I wait for instructions on where to redirect the rent.
I want to get a Tiny House. When I can get my superannuation, I can even buy one. Then I only need a location, which would still be paying rent, but much less, since all I'm buying is a parking spot and power/water access. Meanwhile, I deal with bureaucracies. Many, many small rule-ridden bureaucracies.
I'd be surprised if that helps, to be honest. They might see a person cutting the lock and taking the bike but unless that's someone known to the police, with an address known to the police, chances aren't terrific. It's not something like a violent altercation where CCTV is useful, since it shows who did what to whom. But it's something that might help.
Then around the corner for a haircut and a few items from the shop. Our road is being dug up, well, the footpaths are, to sink the power lines and so, it turns out, is the major road where the shops are. Major vehicles/machinery and people in HiVis gear. Sign says to use the other path. Over a road that's next thing to a highway. No. So I walk just around the cones where hopefully neither the cars nor the machinery can get me, though since this has been going on for days, I'm close to not caring. I can't even walk to the train station without risking daily death.
The barber's off duty and his wife's on the job, with even less English than him. Giving hair instructions is usually easy but she makes it complicated. Then tries to charge me $5 over what he usually does. More language difficulty as I try to work out is this a pay rise on everyone or is she mixed up? The other customer gets into it and there's more confusion but I get away with my usual price and a resolution to ask Sami wtf as soon as possible or else find somewhere else to go if I see she's working that day. I'm not refusing to cough up for a genuine pay rise but Sami usually flags that by telling you, "Next time it's such and such."
I get home and decide to make damper. I'm not a great cook but sometimes I do things like bread if I'm strapped for cash/too lazy to walk to the main shopping centre. I check recipes online but get stymied by the requirement to sign in to some group or other in order to be able to read for more than a few seconds. I just want to see how much baking powder to use! Finally I give up and use a basic recipe I had written down a few months/years ago.
I'm messing with it because I only want to make a small bun, and maths is not my strong suit. But hey, that looks like it worked. Now I only have to remember what I did.
My rental property is being passed over to another agency. Same owner. I've no idea what the problem was there; they always did right by me. I suppose it's money in some way. At least it sort of explains why I didn't get a rental inspection in February when it was due, not that I complained. But it's a bit more tension while I wait for instructions on where to redirect the rent.
I want to get a Tiny House. When I can get my superannuation, I can even buy one. Then I only need a location, which would still be paying rent, but much less, since all I'm buying is a parking spot and power/water access. Meanwhile, I deal with bureaucracies. Many, many small rule-ridden bureaucracies.