Sometimes days just go well, today for example, I woke up at 6 had a shower, had a cup of tea, made a decent salad mix, with cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, chopped lettuce, a sprinkle of black pepper & salt, which I then used as filling with slices of cheddar cheese to make sandwiches to take in to work. I then had a shave, synchronised my iPod so that I had the most recent podcasts setup, washed the dishes and set off to work (on time). I get the 08:22 Haslemere train, calling at Woking and a bunch of other places before reaching its final destination of Haslemere. I get of at Woking. the time is 08:46 and I have completed the Soduku puzzle in the free Metro newspaper and read the comic strips & horoscopes.

Getting in I realise that Lestat wouldn't be in until 1 as he was on the uber-late shifts, this meant any FTW work that came in before 1 was directly assigned to me. I then trawled through the 1600 odd emails that were in my Inbox and the 20 odd sent directly to me, thankfully no issues required urgent attention. At this point I realised my team leader was still on holiday (away for a weekend in Madrid) and Ricky Bobby who sits two seats down from me was on holiday too, Speadie (now 23) was on the London shift, I knew this as it was one of the many emails I had now deleted. So, since the remainder of the team are busy, have a power complex or are plain lazy, *shrugs*, I know nobody else will so I grab the intra-day checks and return to my desk realising that all the seats surrounding my comfy windows-seat corner are empty. Awesome!

Since half my team was absent I took on more checks than I usually would and this got past my usual lunchtime of 12:30 without caring too much, When Lestat is on uber-lates, it usually pisses me off because I can't go on lunch until he gets in, since we're the only 2 FTW specialists, one must be there at all times they say. (its total crap really, if things went out of shape and all hell broke loose, neither of us would be able to do anything, besides the FTW always works. The only time it doesn't work is if you're being stupid or you're screwing with it, neither of which is recommended. - but all that said if it makes someone feel they have some backup plan with one of us there, so be it).

I see an email telling me he's going to be late due to train difficulties, followed by a discussion thread of emails covering whether there were any train issues or had he just slept in. Like it really mattered. Normally I'd be a little disapproving if he was late on a late shift due to my head ready to pop and me wanting to get out, not today though, It's okay, I don't feel the need to get out into the open to feel free.

13:15, Lestat arrives and I have a moment of realisation that I am actually hungry & for a change, I have food. I get myself a can of Five Alive (am avoiding fizzy drinks) and a can of Coke Zero for the Vampire. Open up my sandwiches & dig in, the vampire comments that my vegetarian sandwich looks well made - I look at him surprised as all the salad is falling out of the sides.

14:30, finally I deide to nip out for a half hour, getting myself a Grande Xtra-shot Latte from Starbucks, using my recently acquired Starbucks card ofcourse. My balance is 6.10 after this transaction.

15:00, i come back, do some of those things they pay me for *chuckle*, I also have a chat with Bulky Bob about soundcards with optical outputs, iPods, music keyboards, Gears of War on the xbox & recommend Call of Duty 3 to him for possibly the millionth time. He had been on the early 6am shift and is ready to go home, before I know it the time is 17:00 and so am I.

I get a train back listening to the Halloween Ricky Gervais podcast (numero uno on iTunes podcasts & free, so get it if you haven't already), I'm looked at by random people as I fall into hysterics every few minutes. I get off the train and wonder whether to go catch the 17:40 showing of Hollywoodland .. seeing as I could have got a train 6 minutes earlier had I tried and it is 17:40 now, I decide to refrain and hold that venture for another day, so I go home & hit Gears of War for an hour, Charlie joins me on xboxlive and we shoot some aliens and say things like Sweeet and Kickass as we watch each others backs like true soldiers of fortune.

19:00, Charlie tells me the dead farmer is waiting outside and that he is going to the gym, being inspired I do the same, I do a 45 minute run on the treadmill and listen to the Ricky Gervais Thanks Giving Podcast - also free, been available 4 days now. I hangout in the sauna for 10 minutes and then go for a swim, shower up & drive back home listening to the Don soundtrack once fully thrpugh the journey there and back.

21:00, Could check my blog and see if anyone has commented, could play on the xbox again, nope, I decide on making a curry to take into work tomorrow, Soya Mince, Potatoes and Peas. I finish the remainder of Cherry tomatoes in the process too. Cumin, Coriander, Cloves, Chilli, Turmeric, Pepper, Salt, Cinnamon, more Chilli - turns out when I can be bothered I do make a decent curry.

21:45, I decide the curry would go well with Khichdi (a rice and split lentil dish), so throw on the pressure cooker and get that done. I take a small sample with the curry and I am overly impresssed with my cooking, usually its plain crap, but today with some patience I've done a damned good job, I treat myself to an innocent yoghurt smoothie, prepare my packed lunch for tomoroow and at about 23:00 after washing all the dishes I write this huge pointless post about my supposedly perfect day. Next time I'll do a post on a crappy day for y'all to compare and contrast with.

-- this last paragraph is for the Demon pedantic, feel free to ignore if you don't fir the bill --
It did all happen & it has been a very good day however I guess I did lie about the perfect part, since perfect would mean there would be no room for improvement, but there always is really isn't there? :)

Silent Salutes'
_ram-jaane