And, the news a couple of weeks ago that my credit card had been compromised, a 2 week wait until another one arrives. I blame TEMU, from now on it will be Amazon if I need to do an online shop.
And the locker, planning a trip, I thought I had a key, turns out I don't, and so have to wait for one in the mail via my son.
I have to take some stuff to it - my Stormy Artwork, and take some from it - a proper sized parcel of buttons to sell.
After the boys visit I sorted junk out, some to the Antique shop, some 5 boxes of costume jewelry, cufflinks and scrap silver to a lady I know who wants to up-cycle it, the place, it's still crowded but the more I get rid of stuff the easier it is to let it go. Hopefully by the weekend I'll have my locker key and can begin the grand unboxing...
Things I noticed, my desk chair and a certain vintage pole-lamp, cast brass and copper, missing, the boy has probably adopted, the metal detector - gone - and where? It probably was lost in my car and got stolen by tweakers. They're thorough. Then there's a variety of smaller things, all of which could be in boxes - various antique telephones, mixed media props, some of these things no doubt got inadvertently donated to the CYPT props department, others will turn up in the grand unboxing. I was surprised to discover even more boxes of Stormy shit in the old locker, my god he was prolific, and when time permits I'll have to do some proper archiving of it all...
I've come to view possessions as trauma, the hold we allow our possessions, our past to have on the present and future creating a narrative of our life that we'd all do better to reject.
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Then there was the upstairs neighbour has gotten suddenly friendly and she's going on about how she's so done with Fred, and I take the opportunity to ask why it was I saw him leaving the police station the other day and she abruptly changes the topic...
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Which brings us to today, a couple of late tables/deliveries the last couple of nights, otherwise work goes fine. A couple of the new girls have been disgruntled by the fact I argued to change the tipping options on the machine to 10-15-20%, in line with acceptable standards, I haven't noticed any change in my earnings but apparently they have. I find the whole predatory tipping thing reprehensible, and it was good there came a time to address it, but not everyone's a fan. Coincidentally (??) they are the same 2 waitresses that are perpetually trying to get out of shifts with imaginary ailments, sad boyfriends, etc, etc.