Well, the insoles seem to be helping a little, at least they are alleviating the pain some. I have decided however, that, no matter what I will mention it at my next appointment with the nurse at least...
Work was OK, Tracey said I had some training to do, so I did it when I got home, I can never get on to the website straight away at work or even at home, it's always hassle. The password constantly wants updating, it's a pain in the backside. I'd go on and check things out if it was easier to access.
Anyway, that done we relaxed and had a reasonably early night.
Sunday.
Very cold start, cold enough for earmuffs. Work went well enough, the usual mix of regulars, Sunday zombies (the customers who don't answer you when you greet them) and The occasional rude one. One of my last customers through was rude, I let it go over my head. I'm convinced that behind a checkout you become a non person, they don't actually see you as a human being, and these are the sort of people I'm surprised don't want to use self checkouts. If you don't want to interact with another human, that's fine, we have automated services so you don't have to. But , I get the impression that they don't want to do it themselves, but they don't want to be pleasant either. Oh, well they'll come a time when they have to serve themselves I guess.
The 58 was late, so much so that we barely made the Cotgrave which bar a couple of minutes was on time for once.
Nice to get home and see Willow, get snuggled down, and watch Throw Down... Again, some amazing pots created this week was guggle jugs! Very talented potters.
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