Scooter woes – Oscar’s battery is completely toast, even with a recharge. I hadn’t received the call that my ordered battery was in yet, so I called the shop today to inquire as to the whereabouts of my goods. I can still kick start Oscar, but it’s not ideal to have a completely dead starter – if the new battery doesn’t fix it, I will be sad and poor because it’ll mean a shop visit to figure out what’s wrong.

The Yamaha shop, however, seems to think that I am a total drunkard. I called in and gave the parts guy my name, which he gave back as “Lush? L-U-S-H …” as he typed it in. I’ve gotten many variations on my name by people who can’t hear my mumbly voice, but I’ve never had my name mistaken for Lush before. Funny!

If there was ever a day I wanted to use the “working from home” card, it’s today. Yesterday was brutal with the paint fumes, and at 3:45 I couldn’t take it anymore and had to leave. I knew the second coat of stinky, stinky paint was going on that evening, so the Lab would be even worse today. Alas, I am here – there’s a new guy starting today, and it’s part of my job to abuse him mercilessly until he weeps. I can already feel my throat being all angry with me, and I am not looking forward to the remaining 7 hours of my day.

However, it’s both Friday and payday today, so things could be a lot worse.

Update: There might be something to that drunkard thing, after all – we just got an email at The Lab saying there was FREE STUFF over in the party area. In addition to some books and a plastic kaleidoscope, I scored a 4-pack of apple cider. I am going to drink the paint fumes away!