|I did another blood test this morning. It's becoming routine, really.
After being punctured I came back home, had some breakfast and got on with solving another sticky situation. It seems the fuss did not end last week and things have trickled down into this one.
I just hope it ends soon. I'm completely knackered (a brilliant expression, especially when you feel like I do today) and can't take much more of this.
Work was fairly basic today, though, so no more nasty surprises during the day.
I found out Jonesy, our cat, has got a daily schedule. I know it sounds odd but he seems to do the same things every day around the same time. Like, for example, around 4.30 PM every day he comes over to sit on my lap. For some reason I started to look at the clock when he does this, mostly cause I'm here working and don't really see him for the rest of the day, and realised it was always at the same time. How do cats keep time?
So his day starts with breakfast, following me to the bathroom to have a drink in the bide, nap on the couch, nap in a sunny spot and then at 4.30 coming over to lie down on my lap and chew on my sweater.
The weird thing is that I think the other cats also have a regular visit time but I just never took notice. Apparently I'm the heating equipment in the house and they take turns.
At night we went shopping and I took the latest film back to have copies made at a couple of different places. The idea is to find out if the film is actually ruined and the camera is measuring the light wrong or if the place that develops the pictures is just messing it up. My vote is on the second option and am hoping one of the two places I tried today will be able to come up with some decent prints so I can switch places.
We also tried buying a new cell phone, cause my regular one fell on the floor and doesn't work anymore, but the wait is impossible. We took a number, went to the supermarket, came back and still had to wait. And when it was finally our turn there was a man complaining that Pedro was cutting in or something, and the man working there was apparently smirking, so Pedro got pissed off, threw the ticket at the man's face and left.
Therefore we have to buy a phone some other way or change service altogether.
Portugal is not very service oriented and has never been. In some stores, because the employees are on commission, they will be a bit more helpful, but it's still not in their character to be so. And in some places the customer is treated like a nuisance that they wish they could just eliminate.
Public services are impossible. You wait for 3 hours and then have to talk to some man or woman who resents being there and will probably be rude to you. To get anything done at the local social security office you have to get up early in the morning, go there to get a number, come home till lunch time, go back and still wait for an hour.
But, in a way, we got used to it. The thing is, with non-public services, with products that spend millions on advertising to try and get you to buy their products, there should be a bit more respect for people. But there isn't. I have to start complaining. I know it doesn't do anything but at least I'll feel like I've done what I could.