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Number One;
At my current place of employment there seems to be about a 90second gap between when a customer places and order, and when the milk has hit the regulation 60degrees to become their skinny decaf extra-shot latte. Now in our heavily focused customer delight training we're told to make small talk  with the customer whilst waiting for their coffee, with the weather and their agenda for the rest of the day, usually being choice options.

So today circa 11:30 a regular came in to order his usual tall hazelnut latte, when the temperature of late came up.

Customer: Its been hot lately ey?
Me: oh? I wouldn't really know... I just got back from holidays last night actually...
Customer: Oh yeah, that's right... you were going to Cowes this week weren't you...?


Number Two.
After I finally got my roster for this week, I realised that my hair appointment with Juliet lay smack bang in the middle of one of my shifts, and so I decided to call them up and reschedule. I recently changed hairdressers, and this would be my SECOND time visiting [the first being a month and a half ago...]

Juliet: Hi, Perri's Hairdressing, this is Juliet
Me: Oh hi, I made an appointment last week for Wednesday morning with you, and I was just wondering if I could change it to possibly Thursday?
Juliet: Yeah, that should be fine.... now that's Hughes.. H-U-G-H-E-S isn't it...? Ahh.. yes, H. Hughes... here's your file....


LIKE WTF? she knew my voice from 6 weeks ago?

what can I say, obviously I'm pretty memorable. LOL.


H.

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Did I expect the world to stop when I was away? No. 

I won the lottery. I went to the Island. And now I'm back.
Strange isn't it? The way a holiday changes a whole perspective. The way one week away from it all, leaves a sense of isolation, but relaxation too. Relaxing Isolation. Yep; thats holidays for you.

And then WHAM, straight back to reality. Back to work [in 6 hours and 15 minutes]. Back to this trialsome existence [the saga WILL be resolved this year, I told myself so on the first]. Back to the dread and sorrow [knox private monash medical this time.]. Back to dealing with the situation [ are we still playing along with this tired old line? ] Back to EVERYTHING.

And you know what? EVERYTHING SUCKS.

But you know what? I DON'T CARE. Because life's too short to deal with these things, so [here's the heads up jess] I'm going on holiday again. OVERSEAS bitches. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. I'm about 60% certain. [inside joke anyone?]

PS. Double Kudos for reading this.

Did I want it to? Yes.


H.


PSS. I'm not tomato-red for once.
PSSS. The freckles are beginning to join.
PSSSS. 'Oi, YOU! you know you have red hair?' - LOL. Even PI has its share of ranga jokes [lame ones at that.]

Don't get me wrong, i can see the downside of all that sand and sun, but somehow these downsides are also the reason why i love visiting the seaside so very much.

From the blaring sun, to the sand in, well everything, the little things culminate in the total pleasing experience. Well to me at least. Sure, sand in your ham sandwich and the sheer awkwardness of folding those complicated sun shelters in gale force winds, without blowing sand in othes peoples faces, might be annoying, but i LOVE these things just the same.

Just like that dreaded chafeing which we all know is coming, and the long stiflingly hot walk back to the car is gladly endured for that overwhelming happy mood the cold refreshing waves bring.

Essentially, i love the beach.

<b>H.</b>

I scoffed and jeered and let those 'how could you', 'why would you' words slip out of my mouth, but i get it now...

I watched, by your bedside as time past us by. I sat by your bedside as time past us by. I stood by your bedside as time past me by. I kneel by your graveside as time past you by.

Not just yet.

This is always coming. It is always coming. I always knew this. You always knew this.

Then why is your/our/anyone's demise so fucking full of sadness? The meloncholic journey from the realms of hospital corridors to the mortuary stares us in the face almost daily, and yet we live on, just to spite that hooded scythe-laden creature.

I/you can see your fate laid out before us/you/me, and when this much has past, i guess we all know that the end is always near.

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Happy twenty ten. why? because its twenty ten.


You'd think by now I'd have gotten used to this, but it seems not. Evidentially ignoration is once again back on the table, and despite what you might say, I actually tried this time. Maybe then, despite how hard either of us try to avoid/fix/help/worsen the problem which is obviously here, things aren't going to change. we need to accept this. I need to accept this.

done. (?)

...

if


(Person A + Person B) - time = Best Friends


and


Person B + Person C = Best Friends.


therefore,


Person A = Person C + time.



H.

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H.