Chronicles of the Box Office # 3

One of the box offices I work in is at 'Bankside Pier', which is by the Shakespeare Globe and... the Tate Modern! Among other companies using the pier, is the 'Tate to Tate' service (which, you may guess, goes from one Tate -- Modern -- to the other -- Britain), service for which there is NO box-office, as customers pay on board. Understandably, it's the most popular service of this pier. And it makes my days a nightmare. Example.
C.: 'One ticket to the Tate'
[note: never 'Hi', never 'Please')
T.A: 'For the Tate to Tate, you pay on board'
C.: 'Ah. When is the next one?'
T.A:'I don't know, I don't work for the Tate to Tate, but you have an information board behind you'
C.:'And how much is it?'
T.A.: 'I-DO-NOT-WORK-FOR-THE-TATE-TO-TATE (Grrr)'
Customer sighs heavily, puts lots of drama in looking annoyed (to which I want to say 'the Shakespeare Globe is behind you, not here'), pretends to be looking around, sighs again, and says: 'Where behind me?!'
T.A. (playing the idiot and pointing with a finger): 'There. BE-HIND-YOU'
Customer goes to the board. Pretends to read two seconds. Comes back and says, sounding offended and scandalised: ' There is not 'Tate to Tate' timetable there!!!'
I groan, heavily get out of my box, heavily shut the door, heavily walk to the Information Board, heavily put a finger on the appropriate part of the board, and triumphantly say:'HERE!'
Customer looks stupidly at the board, studies the timetable for a long while. Comes back to me and says with a satisfied grin: 'One return to the Tate Britain please!'

Things that I miss – In order and disorder.

Fields of poppies.
The reassuring smell of my cat’s fur.
Having time for myself – and for my Monkey
Painting
My brother (give me a call if you read this) .. and his lovely family
Dipping Bjorg biscuits in my yoghurt for breakfast
Going for long walks in the forest / mountains
Horse-riding
A whiff of the seaside, at dawn (la rosée du matin sur le sable)
Obsessively reading the complete works of an author, as if my life depended on it.
Long nights with my friends at Sussex Uni
Picnics on the borders of the Seine
Having classes in the Louvre
Snorkelling
Kenay
Girl’s nights with Sweetie (camembert-cheese, red wine and a movie)
Believing that when you see a falling star, your wish will come true
Seeing the Sainte-Victoire every morning when I get up
Karaoke nights in the silly Polish pub in Acton
Being a five-year-old-brat and thinking that the worst injustice is when my parents don’t listen to my crap at dinnertime
Tracking down rabbit footprints in the snow… and leaving carrot pieces in the hollows.
When my family was happy and united
Reading all night long … and never feeling sleepy in the morning
Having my dog sleeping with me when I am sick
Nice dinners in Paris
Museum-days with Lulu
Sleeping under the stars on my parents’ patio
Believing that one day I will finish my PhD
Making a snowman with my nephew
Holidays in Mauritius
Holidays
My Monkey (he is late tonight)