My first act of the day was a lie. I contacted my workplace to let them know that I wouldn’t be in today, claimed a migraine. I’ve got a week off so it’ll be a while before I need to justify myself. Before letting them know I checked the rota and noted with my absense there will only be one person it. Serves management right for having more people in on certain shift patterns and I’m also annoyed the new girl doesn’t work Saturdays and gets shift slides simply by asking.
Once I’d prepared myself mentally, I set out to my towns stadium to collect my ticket for the football game. Unfortunately, despite using a map and wondering around for an hour, I failed to find the place, I even somehow managed to go around in a circle. I returned home devastated and depressed. I felt like I should have just gone to work. I vented on 4chan put despite being put down further, I found strong support and renewed motivation to try finding the stadium again to attend the game.
I showered the sweat and shame away. Changed my clothes and an hour before the game I headed out. Far easier this time as there were literal hordes of people also walking to the venue. A few loners too. Collecting my ticket was just ad stressful as I’d imagined. I didn’t know where the ticket office was, a steward noticed I was lost and redirected me. I then got moved to another point. There was awkwardness as I forgot what letter my surname began with. I them got redirected again as they “had an issue with surnames beginning with the same letter as mine”. I eventually got my ticket (it had apparently been marked back and I had to show my conformation).
More embarrassment at the turnstile, didn’t realise there was a man on my left I had to hand my ticket to. With all the anxiety, I didn’t have the confidence to buy a match day program. I found my seat easily but I did have to wait for the stewards to let me pass the tunnel area. I sat next to an old man, I then moved over oner seat so his friend could sit next to him, and then again when another friend arrived. I was thanked, I said it was nothing. Everyone, even this guy on crutches was standing before the match but once it was kick off we sat down. The banter I overheard was far superior to TV commentary, I laughed whenever someone was hurt or attacked and the whole experience of the game was so much more exciting live.
Such a rollercoaster of emotion I haven’t felt for months, I laughed at tackles, jumped for joy when we scored, grimaced every time the opposition came close to scoring, felt crushed when we went behind but felt extreme euphoria once we got the injury time equaliser. My celebrations need work, I get up, shout but I need to stay stood up longer. I got called a good luck charm by one of the old men.
Great experience, I bought a half and half scarf for £5 as a souvenir on my way out (it was also cold). I plan on going to more games, maybe even the replay.
It was dark on the way back and a man called me “sweetheart”.
Going to cause mischief on a larger scale tomorrow.
Will probably finish with Deus Ex in 2 days. Akiba’s Beat next.
I spent £30 on Pokemon plusher (Pikachu, Mew, Eevee, Meowth, Cyndaquil). Just a different way to brighten up my room. Thinking of buying some red paint and writing kanji all over the walls.