 At least I'm almost done spending money...
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Jun. 30th, 2009 @ 02:16 pm 
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The folk at my local Officeworks are pretty cool. They invited me to use one of their trolleys to get my shopping home (my shopping was big and bulky, as I bought storage containers), even though I explained I was going to be walking back to my house, so long as I promised to return it. Promise I did, and return it I did. And getting stuff home was much much easier than it might have been.
I bought:
- storage boxes, for to make my room tidy; it is difficult to achieve Tidiness when you don't have anywhere to put most of your clothes except on the floor in variably neat piles. I recognise that, due to various factors, I will not keep my laundry *neat and tidy*, but if the "dump it" strategy is involving dumping it into boxes, then at least I can put the lids on, and the untidy remains contained.
- a multi-tray document storage thing. This is for keeping uni papers and articles and magazines I haven't finished reading so they don't go all over the place all the time.
- two powerboards. One to replace the one in my bedroom that died, and one with a long lead for downstairs, so I can have a more convenient option for plugging my laptop in downstairs - that's got good surge protection, because it's one of my areas of vague paranoia with expensive and treasured electricity-powered goods. Both of the ones I got have an awesome feature: some of the sockets are spaced out, for all those stupid devices that plug straight in at the adapter, or whatever, and are all wide and otherwise block multiple power points. @manufacturers: PUT A CORD AND SEPARATE PLUG ON, YOU BASTARDS. I might also plug my guitar amp into this one, now that I have it, as an amp (with tube no less) is, as far as I know, likely to be *spectacularly* susceptible to destruction by power surge.
- I'd like at this moment to throw a shoutout to Mrs Rochfort, my year 6 teacher, whose voice is always in my mind whenever I write or type the word "separate". I was always a near-perfect speller, but the thing is, I imprint on a word when I read it; if I imprint wrong, it's hard for me to remember the correct spelling. I had somehow acquired the word as "seperate". To this day, I get to sep- and have an image of Mrs Rochfort, who I adored, standing over me repeating, with emphasis, sep-AH-rate! sep-AH-rate!.
I wonder if Mrs Rochfort thought of me when she learned about AD(H)D, an unknown thing in 1991 in a Perth suburban government school. I remember her talking to my mother, while I waited in the next room; she had taught my older sister, who got better marks than I did, and was telling my mother that my sister was clever, but I was genuinely brilliantly intelligent, and my work didn't reflect that - but my behaviour and attitude were excellent, so something else had to be wrong that was hurting my academic performance.
That thing would be ADHD, clearly, but no-one knew that then, even though Mrs Rochfort wanted very much to try and work out what was wrong with me.
I just looked up her number in the white pages and called. Left a message to tell her she was awesome. I called her once before, about ten years ago, and she was then touched and delighted. I don't think good teachers are rewarded enough... I like to do my part.
Anyway, time to go pick up my camera and accessories - except the 50mm f/1.4 lens, which is still unavailable. (As far as the woman at my camera shop can say, is not in stock in Australia at all. *sigh* Dammit, I want a 50mm lens.)
ETA: CAMERA GETS. Including a 50mm lens - Sigma, not Canon, but it came highly recommended, so!
And I am impressed with my own space estimation ability, because everything fits perfectly and exactly in the camera bag I bought.
I've unboxed everything, now I'm just waiting for batteries to charge so I can play. :D
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June 30th, 2009 08:23 am (UTC) |
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re: your shoutout
I never hada eacher who gt me to spell separate right, but in some book in middle school, there was a mnemonic story about smeone whose friend's name was sep, who was scared of rodents, so upon seeing one, they yelled 'sep, A rat!, eeee"
and it stuck.
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