Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Tuesday

My giddy anticipation of my new electrical toy-gizmo has not abated overnight, obviously - and I get to work having received an email more or less confirming that the courier would be arriving to present me with my new smartphone at some point today. Getting things delivered to work is always fun - and means that Dan, the guy who passes out the post, must notice the expectant glances he gets as he walks around the office like a slightly sad Santa.

The hours of the day tick by and I crack on with my order form project-y thing, while discussing various tedious spreadsheet-uploading techniques with Jess - but also periodically checking the DHL parcel tracking website like some sort of drug-starved maniac expecting a shipment of heroin. The site says that the parcel reached the Enfield depot at 2am, and left with a delivery driver at 7am. The parcel is now 'out for delivery'. I'm frightening myself with how excited and impatient I am. It's just a phone, for fuck's sake! But it's a new toy!

At around 2.30, the door buzzer goes and I hear Dan come in with my signed-for handset. Brilliant! I immediately, and recklessly, begin ignoring work while I stick the battery and my SIM card in so that I can charge the phone ready to play with when I get home. Don't want to get it home and then sit staring at it charge for three hours do I?! Needless to say everyone in the office looks at me sadly, as if I must have the mind of an infant.

I get home (finally!) and grab some dinner. Luckily for K she's out swimming this evening so I'm able to geek out on my own, downloading music to the memory card, arranging my apps and widgets and (painstakingly) adding my contacts to the new phone. In the background I half-watch Holland knock Uruguay out of the World Cup - notable mostly for Van Bronckhorst's stunning strike after 18 minutes that meant things were always going the way of the Dutch. The score ends 3-2, with a vague hint that 3-3 might have been possible when the ref lets play go on for a full five minutes beyond the ninety - and Holland are deservedly in the final.

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