Tuesday Lunch, Haircut, Television
I made myself some tea and got the house opened up for the day, then fired up the PC and worked on the blog and poked around the web a bit while listening to a couple podcasts. The wife was headed home from her morning errands around 11:00 and called to see if I cared for a coffee from Starbuck's, so I put in my order with her and endeavored to finish the giant mug of tea I was drinking.
Since I have been trying to ease back into the exercise bike I gave it a bit of time until the wife got home, then she and I caught up a bit about her outing and plans for the rest of the afternoon. I grabbed a shower, then loaded up a bit of plastic stuff to recycle while I was out, as I had the standing lunch plans with EL this afternoon, as well as a haircut planned.
I hit the bank on the way to the restaurant, pulling up to a drive-thru with three open lanes and no customers. The single teller inside appeared to be on the phone, so I rang the little 'call teller' button, because I needed to get a deposit slip from her. I looked at my phone to see if I had any e-mails, then realized that I still hadn't heard from this broad, who was still on the phone from what I could see, peeping around the drive-thru machine. I rang the 'call teller' thing again, figuring that I would give it another minute and split, because fuck this. A completely different woman appeared shortly (not to help me mind you), but to say that someone would be right with me, which I took to be progress, because I'm trying to be a positive person in the face of all the suck in the world.
Another couple of minutes pass, I've been sitting in this drive-thru with not even the piece of paper that I need to begin this transaction, when the original teller finally buzzes over the intercom thing and casually asks "Did you need something sir?"
I almost screamed. I tell her that I need a deposit slip and she tells me that I could've sent the little carrier thing inside, and that she's sorry about the wait.
How she would've known WHAT THE FUCK I NEEDED by me simply sending the carrier I have no idea, but I decide that it's pointless to address this and just dead pan to her that the wait was fine, as I obviously have nothing better to do than sit here all afternoon.
By the time I finally get the transaction complete I'm just happy to have my cash and then she pauses from chumming around with what I take to be a regular customer on the next lane (I can easily hear their entire conversation) to ask me if I still need my deposit receipt, as she forgot to send it to me. Again, I try to be cool and just say that it's okay, I think I've spent enough of my afternoon here thanks, then drove away before I had an embolism.
Lunch with EL was good, we had that stir fry place across town that allows you to select all of your own ingredients, so I was happy to find that I hadn't forgotten my own 'recipe' that I had finally gotten spiced to about what I wanted. We caught up on this past weekend, then I finally had to excuse myself, as I had to be at the Hairdressers' place at 2:30 and wanted to drop the recycling on the way.
The Hairdressers seemed fine, though since it'd been months since I got a haircut we had tons to catch up on, so I kinda hung around after the grooming to kinda visit and see what they had been up to for the past few months.
I grabbed a little dessert item on the way home, then tried to slip inside without the Yorkie going nuts, as I figured the wife might be catching a nap. I took the time to replace a couple security lights that'd croaked on us recently, then started a grocery list, beginning with spotlight bulbs.
The wife and I both spent some time in the Office on our respective computers, then I did a bit to clear off the desk a little, an area which remains the bane of my existence recently with stuff piling up from nowhere, CD's, books, old mail, shit like that.
We ordered in deli stuff for a dinner, then spent the evening with a few things off the TiVo, including a Venture Brothers re-run that I can't for the life of me remember seeing before, then the new episodes of both Ringer and Justified.
Justified continues to be amazing television, surprise twists of plot that you're never sure hwo they'll play out being a hallmark of the show, but Ringer had both the wife and I asking one other numerous times what the fuck was going on, as it has made its first season plot so ridiculously complicated that it's hard to keep track of what is going on since they took this weird months long break that allowed me to forget most of what I knew about the show.
We called it a night shortly afterward and I headed to the Office to deal with this crap for the day, then try to get some sleep.
Be seeing you.