Core Whore

21 November - First day working for Toll Fast had an inauspicious start - logged on early and was sent down near Central but on the way realised that Chevette didn't want to work today = could not get the front wheel free of the brake and had a breakneck and noisy ride back home to swap her out with the pre-op.  first time I've worked on the road-bike and truth be told it was kind of exciting.  Had a little trouble figuring out the new toy - not exactly intuitive, but it is pleasant to be working with paper again - a bit more work required but definitely the way it should be.  Wasn't really worked too hard throughout the day, never went further than 477 Pitt and stayed in the core for most of the day - not a huge total when all was said and done but definitely better than the past few weeks at Crisis.  little bit of a blast from the past when i had to make a drop to 201 Kent Street, International Valuation Consultancy with the recipient being a Mr Neil Hemmings, ex-marketing manager from Rushtons (before he realised it was a sinking ship and gutted it in the middle of the night of all the precious files and half of the clients to boot) - nobody seemed to know that the company existed at the building and we were trying to get a hold of the sender when who should i see but a big fat executive walking in the building who i recognised as the man himself.  called out his name and he blanked on me but caught up with him and the delivery was done.  Wanker didn't seem to make the connection even when i told him that we used to work together - perhaps he doesn't like couriers.  Well, i don't like people who are unethical businessman so the feeling was mutual.  A few things which really seemed to make the day rather irritating were my uniform (which was extremely slippery and kept on making my bag slip) and my left contact lens which inexplicably kept on popping out of my eye.  It's happened before on many occasions but never have i had a single day where it kept on coming out for no apparent reason.  I was almost in tears because of the frustration, which actually may have been a benefit because the tears could have lubricated my eye and helped keep the f**king piece of plastic in there.  Had a very quick beer at the KB with Chris, whose permanents (regulars) i will probably  be taking over while he goes away at the end of the year and was given a very in depth explanation of what will be required of me - i don't think it needed the detail he gave me but at least i should be prepared when it does happen.  After work took Chevette to Cheeky Monkey to see if they could help out but only had the second mechanic available who had even less of an idea than i did about how to fix her so ended up taking her home and eventually seemed to get the wheel freed of her bonds (although now it means the brake is pretty useless).  C'est la vie.  More errands after that, most difficult being trying to work out how we're going to do communal communications in the house - definitely need to get an Internet connection but am very loathe to actually break my long-standing vow of paying for bandwidth.  What to do?