ladywindermere

Today was one of those days. I'm glad it's over.
I'm teaching English to a 14 year old kid and he's annoying. Besides, he lives in the top of the hills (literally) and I have to go to his house every Wednesday. I had prepared some material to work with him tomorrow and my printer decided it didn't have enough black ink to its liking so I had to buy a new cartridge. However, the nice lady at the shop sold me a cartridge that didn't match my printer (mine is 3700 and the cartridge is for a 7300). I guess that, as I was in a hurry, when I read what the cartridge said, I thought it said 3700 and not 7300. The thing is, I opened the damn thing, of course ruining the package AND my chances of getting a refund, and only then I noticed the lady had made a mistake. Such was my good luck, that all this happened at aproximately 8 pm, time in which all the shops are closed or closing. The only one that was open, didn't have what I needed.
The worst part is that tomorrow I'll have to get up much earlier than I had planned in order to go to a shop, buy the ink and print everything.
I've been teaching for a week and I hate it. At least I've learnt I don't want to be a teacher. EVER.

I've attached a picture of part of my latest tattoo.