And so back to Paris. OTHER PEOPLE have been affecting the organisation of our little kingdom, and can you blame them? I’ve been away. Ali has been away. Darren has been here on his own and someone else has been pulled in to help. But as a result I’m back to perplexing decisions. Two new blue boxes on the top row where EVERYTHING ELSE is yellow and honestly how did they miss that? How? It’s just an OCD thing but… And these stickers on the boxes like they put on your car window when it’s clamped so there’s no fucking way I’ll ever reclaim them from what they have been doomed to randomly contain without acid.
Some picks laid out already but lo and behold whoever did it doesn’t know the difference between hook and loop velcro and has prepared nothing but hook. This is likely a better idea than nothing but loop because lots of things come pre-looped. But that’s just coincidence. I don’t know if venues have already received boxes of just one half of their velcro. I have to trust not. Velvet and Crochet. That’s where that one is from. Lou told me that. She’s good with fabric. She’s good with many things.
We still have access to a transit van but someone called Karim has nicked back our Luton. It’s on his card. We can use the Dacia but it’s full of tools and has a placeholder tyre on now. There are two pickups, one of which is as long as an artic, and allegedly they’re what I’m to use to go to venues now. Today I disobeyed a suggestion to load one with a pallet for the Trocadero – I put it in the transit – and about twenty minutes later the sky shat rain and lightning for about an hour, flooding most of the roads. I was glad not to have put it into one of those things as it would have been jelly on drop off. They aren’t fit for my purposes. They’re for scaffolding and forklifts, with loads of ratcheting.
We need our Luton back if we are to be efficient in the week to come.
Today I was on my own trying to deal with stocktaking, responding to people’s extravagant demands, picking up the shortfall of what has been seized in customs, taking stock of what has changed. Random boxes of things have been placed in thoroughly illogical places up on the mezzanine. I’ve been shifting between organising and solving. I did a drive out late this evening and I hate that there’s a team member having a weekend off but I can’t blame him when I’ve just had five days off for work. Especially work that finishes at 3pm and let’s me hang out with my beloved.
I stopped briefly and had Italian food. Escaloppe Milanese with Spaghetti Napoli on it. Nom. I’m beginning to know my way around this town now, even if I’m living in the suburbs. At some point I’ll likely do a milk run and get back the shit people don’t want. Not tomorrow though. As if they needed another excuse not to work, tomorrow is Bastille day. Getting vans into central will be a mess. Plus Spain are playing football in some sort of final, and they beat France.
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