morning moo moo
Sam was going to have lunch with his old boss from (Sam’s company). He stressed a bit when it got close to the time and he hadn’t already left for the city. But, he seemed to have several other interviews lined up by then so he hadn’t been wasting his time before he left. He was meeting up with the guy from (Sam’s prospective new company), or whatever the IT company in South is called.
He had also chatted to the agency that got him the (Sam’s dodgy company) job and they seemed to have another role for him.
He’d also applied for a job this morning and they had already returned his call and wanted to see him.
So, I think that was four jobs that he had interested in him by the time he left the house.
I was returning the faulty toaster to (name of appliance shop). That was my exciting job for the day.
Before I had left Beck sent me an email regarding the info emails from (name of my company) and whether I was receiving them. Beck is. I’m not. How does that work?
So, I asked Beck if she wanted to have lunch. She did. I was leaving just after 12 midday, I could probably be there at 1pm.
I decided that the least information that (name of appliance shop) had the better it would be. The Saturday night that Anthony and LouLou were here, I was heading back upstairs when the first light in the front hallway blew, pop! The glass bulb of the light globe blew out intact and bounced on the carpet in front of me, causing the electrical switch to trip. In the morning, LouLou and Anthony were cooking toast, when they pushed the toast down in the toaster, the electrical switched tripped again with a popping sound.
I had left the bayonet of the light globe in the light fitting in the hallway, I wondered if this had caused some sort of short for the second time. The toaster wouldn’t work again after that.
“I’ve bought this toaster back,” I said to the nice sales attendant with the half moon glasses. “It has stopped working.”
“So what happened to it?”
“It just stopped working.”
“Oh, okay.”
He asked an obviously gay guy to look after me. “So what happened?”
“It just stopped working?”
“Oh, okay.”
He headed out the back and a female sales attendant walked up to behind the counter. “So it’s not working?”
“No, it’s not working.”
“I don’t think we have had a Phillips toaster come back.”
She headed out the back and returned with the gay guy and a cute younger dark-haired guy named Ryan. He stood behind the counter with his hands on the offending toaster.
“So what seems to be the problem?”
“It just stopped working.”
“Just stopped working?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think we have had a Phillips toaster returned before, I think this is the first one.”
Fancy that, I thought.
Ryan headed to the toaster section. “I’ll get you another one.” He turned to me and smiled. “If you are happy with it being replaced?”
“Yes I am, that would be great.”
The gay guy did the paper work. I got a receipt for the return and a receipt for the new device.
Ryan took the new device out of the box. “I need to send the old toaster back in a box.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I’d only be throwing it away when I got home.”
“Okay, well that is cool,” said Ryan.
The gay guy explained the receipts.
Ryan handed me the bag with the new toaster in it.
“Thank you.”
I headed to the Rialto to have lunch with Beck. I read about the reuniting Italian family statues in the forecourt of the Rialto. It was a nice story and lovely statues. Gorgeous, really. I love the street art in Melbourne. I’d only just finished reading the story, when I looked over my shoulder and saw Beck waiting for me with Wee Pet Melanie.
We headed over Collins Street to the stock exchange building and ate lunch. As it turned out, we took over the lunch table from Beck and Wee Pet Melanie’s bosses, a strapping bunch of guys if ever I saw some. Well, one in particular. I didn’t say anything to Beck or Wee Pet Melanie, I must be out of practise of commenting on cute men with them.
I had half pumpkin and haloumi and half Caesar Salad and an orange juice.
Wee Pet Melanie told me about her land and house package.
She seemed quite sad about babies when I ask if Nikki S. had had a second child.
I walked home mid afternoon.
Mark Waterdale 2:50 PM - another day in Hanoi... still enjoying it though... love being a restraunter… teur – moo moo
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