Worked on stories...they are going to publish my one on the Olympics on Friday.
Today I discovered that Peter is Sandy’s son! Which puts a whole nother level on to office politics, although I haven’t noticed any bad feelings towards the Chief’s offspring. His Dad died a couple of years ago and he was involved to so it is very much a family affair. Peter’s wife works there too so they’re keeping it in the clan.
After work I went to have my nails painted. I returned to the same place, there was still no on else there. The proprietress got her friend who runs the chinese tea shop next door to bring me in a couple of samples, presumably hoping to pass me on as business. I went for a dusky pink colour, one of the few ones they had that wasn’t shiny and sparkly. I think that some of the colours have been there a while. Then I went to pick up Bradley’s car which I am borrowing for my road trip as he is in Australia with work. He keeps it in a very expensive garage near his house on Nob Hill, near the Cathedral. I had to show the attendants a text from Bradley saying that I could use the car, then try to prove that I wasn’t a thief which was difficult as I couldn’t answer any of their questions on what the car looked like, where Bradley lived, etc. But they finally capitulated and handed me the keys. At which point I realised that I’ve never driven an automatic. It took me 5 minutes to work out how to get it out of P into D. And remember, drive on the right, drive on the right!
Filling up with petrol, or gas, was even more fraught; eventually a guy who was trying to solicit business as a windscreen cleaner showed me how to open the petrol tank, how to pay first before using, how to lock the nozzle into the tank, etc. It was stressful; how can filling up a tank of petrol be so different. It cost me $40 for over half a tank.
Made it back home and packed up a few clothes, lots of film. I finished my book on the plague in SF at the Velo Rouge then had an early night.
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