What a wanker

I just went to the amenities block to report that the heating doesn't appear to be on in the flat and the bloke at the desk had a right go at me. He was near enough shouting saying "what do you want me to do? The heating's off at this time of night". I explained I was just reporting it and yet he carried on. "If it's been off all night why'd you only just come in?" Every time I started explaining that I just wanted to report the problem he'd interrupt me to shout about how the heating is off at this time of night and how he couldn't do anything about it. Odd then that every single other time it's gone off the woman who is usually at the desk has been able to write it down in a book and the problem has been resolved the next day.

In the end I just walked out. He followed me out of the door and even then he carried on yelling. Unbelievable. Someone else can go up there and get it sorted tomorrow, there's no way in hell I'm going back.

Dissertation

I have about 17700 words now, and there's still more to write. I'm now starting to worry whether I'll be able to get it all within the maximum word limit. After a solid evening of writing without a single break I now have one splitting headache. I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend, hopefully with some beer involved.

Foot

It hurts. Lots. I thought I'd already blogged this, but I hadn't. Weird. It's absolutely killing me. Funny thing is that it's not consistent in what causes pain. Sometimes putting weight on it hurts, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes wearing shoes makes it hurt, sometimes it doesn't...