So how about this for a shitty day...

April 30, 2007

So wake up to a beautiful day as the rays of sun fight through terribly fitted blinds...at 5:30 am! I tried to fall back asleep but that was impossible as i couldnt stop my heart from racing from being pissed off at my terrible landlady who has never seen the flat and had my blinds installed (4 months after moving in) very poorly and full of gaps for light to seep through.

So after getting ready for work, i head down to the bus stop to catch my usual 133 bus to Bank and notice loads of people walking passed me down the hill. Noticing that there is no one at the bus stop (and a sign that says "this bus stop is not in service", i decide to start my trip down the hill for a couple stops so i can get on the bus. It doesnt take long for me to notice that the entire street it blocked off by the cops telling people that there was a fire the night before and now there is a threat of an explosion (but if you work at the prison down the street, you are free to walk down the street and take the chance - SO TYPICAL OF THIS COUNTRY). As I clearly dont work at the prison, i, and the rest of the displaced commuters, have to make the circuitous walk down to the tube station - about a 20 minute walk.

So im finally on the tube. (not too bad of a walk actually. If i wasnt such a lazy bastard i could do it everyday.) Find myself in a packed train and settle in for a quick trip from Brixton to Oxford Circus (about 10-15 mins). Smooth sailing right up until Victoria when stopped at a station i hear a lady complaining that there is someone on the train who is 'unwell' (aka sick) and gets the attention of a staff member to check on her. After a 15 minute delay, we find out that the 'unwell' person in question was just asleep and homeless, and just because this one lady was uncomfortable with the homeless lady sleeping, the ENTIRE train has to wait to get to work. Brilliant.

After a tame work day, i head to my footy match (which turns out to be the only highlight of the day - we win 5-1 including another goal by me! Im on fire these days!!!). After the shower and about to head home, and am asked to take the kit to wash. Complete RUBBISH. So now i have my backpack, laptop, and a massive bag full of dirty, stinky clothes. Awesome. All i want to do is get home, eat and watch the return of Michael Owen to Newcastle after a 10 month absence since the torn ACL in the world cup....

Get home, rock up to the door, unlock the top lock, push...and nothing. Try it again. top lock definitely unlocked, push again. Nada. Come to find out the bottom lock is locked. This lock i NEVER had a key for, neither did the landlord, the previous tenants, nor did the lettings agency (Nelson's Letting Agency - one of the many worthless letting agencies in this country) or so they said back in September. Apparently after showing the apt to my potential replacements (im moving next friday. Surprise huh?) they locked the bottom lock after somehow finding the key!! So now im locked out and need to get a locksmith. After making 2 scathing calls to Nelsons and my landlord, both of which i only have daytime numbers for, i call the locksmith to get me out of this ridiculous situation.

2 hours later, im finally in bed trying to sleep off probably the strangest day in my life.