In which people are frustrated and upset

For some reason, two people I saw within minutes of each other were having a dreadful time – a librarian being comforted by another librarian, trying to hide behind the pillars and glass and stacked books at the main desk of the Central Library, and a checkout girl who was on the verge of tears, both trying not to cry while trapped in a very public place. I had to go into town to place a classified ad with the DomPost, which I realise no-one does anymore, but their online booking site is outdated and incomprehensible and I don’t have any money on my Trade Me account. I’ve been there three times in the past year, and I think it’s always the same person at the desk, who I remember because she’s extremely helpful.

I also tried calling Slingshot to get details of the flat’s broadband account changed (it costs us $40 a month for 15GB, and I’m the only one who uses it now), but of course it’s the only flat bill not in my name so I couldn’t change a damn thing. And the guy was really rude to me, which is always a drag when you’ve been asking sensible questions.

So, there was a mood to the day which I don’t usually associate with Fridays. Maybe the air pressure is what’s causing all this tension. Maybe it’s swine flu.