Mission 026 - Where Susan takes her chances

This morning I had a strange thing happen.

I went to register with a new doctor and get the obligatory health check. Nothing strange about that. The next bit is where it gets weird.

They couldn't go through with confirming my registration at the doctors because I was already on there. Or rather, there was somebody with my name living at my current address 4 years ago. Susan Wills, middle initial M, White Other, hazel eyes. But born 2 years after me, fatter, taller, a smoker and heavy drinker. (I probably shouldn't have looked at her records in the interests of patient confidentiality, but the nurse brought them up on the screen.)

This has spooked me just a little.

Given our birth years, I figured there's an even chance that the other Susan Wills would be on Facebook. So I looked. There are 11 Susan Willses on there. Only 2, including me, in London. Did the only other London Susan Wills live at the SAME address? If so, it disturbs me even more now that I have seen her face. Although I'm certainly not about to embark on a Dave Gormanesque experiment.

However, given the chances of this extremely bizarre event, I think it's only fair that my next mission is to buy a lottery ticket...

Mission update - Gone and forgotten

I am exhausted and relieved. My final essay for my last paper of my OU degree is done. It is not a very good one, but it should do the job. In a short while I am off to the Crawley post office to queue for a long while, where it will be posted off in a strangely anti-climatic way. Then I will go to Greggs, that bastion of cheap, basic and unhealthy lunches, where I will eat a greasy, peppery vegetable pasty (vegies consisting of potato and peas, for those interested). I've just been to the Greggs site as a matter of fact, my interest piqued by writing about it. On their (poorly written and cumbersome) site, they state: 'We would like to thank you for visiting and if you are a customer, for your tremendous loyalty and support.' This baffles me. It sounds like something terribly bad has happened and they are almost surprised that people are continuing to buy from them. Have I missed something? Anyway, this web banner would seem to indicate that they do regard their customers as passionate people (but not passionate about good food, just cheap food), so maybe their customers' loyalty and support is indeed 'tremendous'. Passionate about pasties? Not theirs, that's for sure. Although 'feed your apathy' doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?

On another completed unrelated note, I have been slightly disappointed to discover that my workplace is about to ban internet sites not feasibly related to work. I know this means Facebook, so therefore there go my Scrabulous games (which increase my wordpower and creativity, thus my ability to write good copy). Boo. I also suspect that access to blogspot will be restricted, so bye bye lunchtime updates and the positive feeling engendered by embarking on a mission. Boo.
Apparently there has been 'widespread abuse of the internet lately', hence the militant crackdown. But for people like me, who really don't have enough to do every day anyway, and rely on frivolous sites to keep me sane and thus productive, I fear the decision may be the beginning of my descent into madness.
I am already halfway there anyway. I didn't remember Mission 014 that I forgot, so I have failed that.
Well I must go now. The post office queue calls.