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Friday, July 12, 2002Ugh. I've felt better than I do just now. I woke up with a headache, probably from sleeping too long, and struggled through most of the day with it. An hour or so ago though it started to bug me just a little, so I took paracetamol. Trouble with that is, there's always a tradeoff with painkillers, so now while my head's better, I feel sick as a dog. Oh well.Anyway, feeling rough aside, it's been a pretty good day. The record store phoned me yesterday evening to say that the Bowie CDs I'd ordered were in, so I went there today to pick them up. Just as I went to stand in line at the tills, the girl who'd helped me look for them last week appeared. She recognised me instantly, said "Come with me, I'll get your CDs for you", and headed upstairs. On coming out of the stockroom with them, she opened up a till so I could pay, saving me standing in line for a second time. Now that's what I call service. This isn't what made me smile most though... as she was in the stockroom, I happened to look at the order card she'd given me last week, and noticed it had her name on it. When she came back out, I commented on it. She said that last week, after I'd left the store, she'd been a little concerned that I migt think she was taking the piss, but that honestly, it really was her name. The irony wasn't lost on me... her name's Ziggi. Steve 10:31 PM [+]
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