lumo

I found a sunbird nesting in a tree overhanging my garage. At first I thought it belonged to a weaver but I saw the brightly coloured little jewel darting in and out of the nest. Unfortunately the nest is too high up for me to manage a decent photograph but this is sort of what they look like:



was really surprised as I always thought they made a cartoon bowl shaped nest
This made me very happy because we always had many of these guys in our front garden when I was a kid. I would always go lie on a blanket in the sun in winter and watch them feeding on the Strelitzia's



It is the little things like this that makes the daily grind bearable.
This is what the little guy looked like:




I am no longer working 2 jobs. Already I feel a decade added to my life. In my last month I decided to document some of my more fun customer interactions to remind myself what I will not be missing:

My first customer of the day saunters in to tell me how she is put of shopping here in our store due to the fact that we sell sports supplementation, as a health store this is contrary to what we stand for. I look at her sighing inwardly. She proceeds to again emphatically impress upon me how my boss is doing himself an injustice because he is losing out on her business, I should tell him this. Again I bite my tongue and make some murmur of acknowledgement that I had heard her. She clearly does not realise that our chain specialises in sports supplementation and is one of the largest retailers for sports supplementation in Durban if not South Africa. Yes lady, I will tell my boss, who just so you know, is a completely delightful individual, that he should stop selling sports supplements which earn him half if not more of his revenue so that he can make his R30 from you instead.Why the fuck do people love complain to the poor person behind the counter? If you have an issue, tell the person who has the power to change it. Not the poor fool behind the desk that avoids talking to the boss at all costs anyway. What does it achieve? Sweet fuck all!

Day before that: I had some guy going on in broken English about how I am a sexy flower, in front of 2 prudish middle aged Ladies for a good awkward 10 minutes. He also then proceeded to carry on for a while about how he is auditioning for Bollywood idols and even did some performance dance in the middle of the shop. As an aside this man is a lilly white ginger.I am very soft and will seldom tell someone to fuck off, even if they are making a nuisance of themselves so I just blushed for him left him alone cos I think perhaps he is not completely okay in the head.

Day before that: Here arrives a customer who habitually comes in to aggravate us. This particular pest I have no problem being rude to. I lost my cool after he very earnestly asked me if I was in a cult because I have tattoos. That's probably the most benign of our interactions. The problem with this particular character is that no matter how rude you are to him, he does not go away. Also if he is in the shopping centre he will come in ,not once, but usually about three times. Why you may ask: he goes and buys supplements from other stores and then comes to ask me if they are any good. I told him directly he is rude and I refuse to help him and yet he proceeds to repeat the procedure anyhow.

I could continue but I think you get the point. This isn't me complaining, this is merely having a pre-emptive nostalgic giggle as I relay the unbelievable shit that has happened in three days, never mind my years working with people.


On a completely random side note my belly button is bruised from conditioning at Kung Fu. We all stand in a line and the last person makes their way down the line punching each person in the tummy. Supposedly the strike is aimed just below the belly button but people forget I am much lower to the ground than the rest of them and I always get punched right in the belly button. Anyhow, next person repeats the process and the next till everyone has had a go. My navel hasn't turned blue just yet, but it feels tender. If it goes all strange colours I will take a picture of it. I suppose it is better than the time I got kicked in the lady bits. For conditioning we also rolled a really heavy iron pipe up and down our shins and it was exquisitely tender, peoples facial expression doing this exercise were so wonderful. I love Kung Fu so much, seriously. I cant wait to see what is in store for us tonight, my shins already hurt.

I haven't yet had the opportunity to say thanks for supporting my 2 sets that made it to FP recently. I really appreciate all the love <3





A newly showered drowned rat Lumo says goodbye