You may find yourself forgetting to do something important, like sending off the warranty registration cards for your kitchen full of lovely brand new appliances.
Not such a big deal you think, until you realise you’ve forfeited your 2 year parts and labour guarantee, and then your washing machine goes on the fritz and all your user manual has to say about fixing the problem is
“Try turning it off and on again”
And thus, feeling like an extra in The IT Crowd, you do so and nothing changes.
Yes, this is the position I found myself in the other night when the dryer part of my washer/dryer wouldn’t work. Instead it chose to flash lights at me rapidly, like a naked old man who thinks that you enjoy nothing better than being repeatedly shown his shrivelled and aged ‘tackle’.
I dutifully switched it off and on again several times to no avail. Fortunately when I tried again at three in the morning it worked fine.
So fingers crossed it was just something simple like the fact the machine was too hot, and not a big fault I need to fix.
Today was planned as somewhat relaxing and quiet as I was due to be working tonight.
At just after nine this morning though that all changed when I work called and asked me to go in four hours earlier for my night shift tonight. This meant that I would not be seeing the Boyf today as I would have to be leaving before he got home from work. It also meant I didn’t have as much spare time as I wanted to try to sleep before going in to work, which meant less time to do anything full stop.
So instead, what I did was fit in a quick trip to the post office, a row with the Boyfriend over the fact he’s currently working six days a week and a can’t have a day off, not to mention being in a pissy because he can’t even fit in a quick lunchtime visit.
I followed that up with a lunchtime sandwich before heading off to bed. Friday night traffic means leaving almost two hours early to get to work because the journey is going to be hell, and of course being at work means actually pretending like I do some of the stuff, and leaving me no time for anything else.
I have procrastinated better than I expected today, as the change in plans left much less time for which I needed to find alternative activities.
I am *never* sick.
Well, yes I am, but I don’t take time off work. Today I did.