mep… and an apple* a day…

25Jul07

(*or two)

Firstly, I am feeling really bad. I fucked up today. Someone sent me a text at 7am which woke me up. It is Someone’s graduation ceremony today, but he has been up all night sitting in his garden looking at the stars and drinking beer, thinking about his time at university and how today’s ceremony signifies the start of a new era. Seeing in the dawn was more than just watching the sun come up. So, I was sleeping like a baby and Someone was doing a bit of soul searching, worrying about what the future holds as he is no closer to knowing what he wants to do with his life than the day he applied to university to put off making that decision for three more years. (And the rest).

Someone’s text read could I please, please, please call him at 10.30 and keep calling and calling and calling until he answered and got up. Bleary-eyed I replied that I would. No problem, I am in the office all morning.

Except I forgot.

I got to work and this got chucked at me and then that, and this other thing is behind and can I proof that, and now lets have a meeting and so on and so forth. It just slipped my mind. At 11.45 I got a text that brought my promise flooding back: “You didn’t call me “

Did he miss his ceremony? I don’t know. I tried to call to apologise and explain but there was no answer. Now the phone is off. I hope that means that he is in the hall all robed up. I doubt it though. The ceremony that I think he was supposed to be in was at 12 noon. 11.45 is a bit late to be getting up there, sorting a robe out and getting in line.

I feel so terrible.

In other news, I love Apple. Really love Apple. You know I replaced Stolen iPod with Daisy? Well, because of the costs associated with bag being pinched (owing people money in the short term, pay as you go Oyster, overland train tickets, lost items, STOLEN IPOD), I could only stretch to a 4Gb. My last iPod was also a 4Gb so no big deal really. Same as having the old one, except for the lovely red colour. Bit disappointing because I really wanted the bigger one, but funds were suddenly tighter than they usually are at the end of the month.

Until The Promotion.

So I thought I would give getting an exchange a go. I called Apple up yesterday and explained everything and the lovely man on the other end of the phone said that if I took Daisy into their Regent Street store today, I could swap her over for an 8Gb version and pay the difference with my new-found wealth (hmm, wealth? Well, you know what I mean). Hurrah for Apple and their lovely customer returns policy and their lovely staff. So, Daisy is no more. I felt a bit guilty seeing her sitting there in her little box on the sales counter while the man wrote up a little returns form and then stuck it over the top with sellotape. I even commented on it. He said not to worry and that she would have her protective stickers put back on and then be resold to someone else who will love her as much as I did. That made me feel better.

And the new iPod? Well, I wanted to call it Daisy too, but it doesn’t look like a Daisy. It doesn’t even feel like a little girl iPod. I think this one is a little boy iPod. Maybe that is because it is an 8Gb one? Who knows? So, I will get to know it a bit, fill it up with tracks and see what kind of “character” comes out and then let you know what name it ends up with. Still red though.

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