Yes, I'm calling myself a 'bunny'. And why not?
Things are strange these days, and being growly and angry is getting more results than being decent and kind and compassionate.
Oddly enough, as far as I can remember, characters (from books, series or films) have been a kind of inspiration, and these days, it's Carolyn Knapp-Shappey, who is my model (she's my Rory - and if you don't know Cabin Pressure, you're going to be lost... and I recommend that you binge-listen to John Finnemore's creation[s]).
Oddly enough, as far as I can remember, characters (from books, series or films) have been a kind of inspiration, and these days, it's Carolyn Knapp-Shappey, who is my model (she's my Rory - and if you don't know Cabin Pressure, you're going to be lost... and I recommend that you binge-listen to John Finnemore's creation[s]).
Basically, I've growled at bankers, thus treating them the way they tried to treat me, and that got them to change their tune. They look like bullies, who don't have the guts to face someone standing up to them.
Then... my Muggles. I snap back at them, and I've found a couple of ways to make them feel bad and inadequate <insert a Slytherin smirk here>. That's not much, but they're all confused, and just that is rather funny - and worth the time I'm somehow wasting because of them.
Last: DIY department stores. I'm absolufuckingly done asking men anything there. Since someone (yea, a bloke) had used my lawn-mower in such a way that Tarzan (yea, that's my lawn-mower's name) needed a new air filter (ta - muchly, by the way!), I went to buy one. Incidentally, I can actually clean the original filter, but that'll take me a bit of time (since filters are so cheap, the bloke who recommended me to buy one probably thought that cleaning the old one's not worth the effort *pfft!*). I know the kind of filter I need, and whilst Mother was asking the head of the DIY section where there are lawn-mowers' accessories, I found my filter and headed back to Mother right on time to hear the DIY bloke telling her that we wouldn't find that variety of filter in his section, and that we'd have to head to another section. Since I needed something else behind him, I walked past him, and never stopping, I showed him the box and said, 'Found it!'. From the corner of my eye, I saw him freeze. That bloke's working there, for Merlin's sake! But I did a better job all alone.
When I grow up, I want to be Carolyn Knapp-Shappey. ^_~
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