Weekly Log - 10 through 16

Monday Aug 10

Why didn't God start on Tuesday? He could've slept in on Monday, nobody would've minded. Especially not some 2000 years after the birth of His son. Monday is cruel and unusual punishment.

I can't wait to get home. Got a shitload of stuff to do. Tidying up my bedroom, dusting, cleaning, finishing the prison level in Silent Hill 2... when even dusting is more enjoyable than working, you know you've got yourself a winner.

Tuesday Aug 11

When I'm late, I usually recover fast (practice!). Unless, of course, things go as they went today, and I wake up just in time to hear the bus bidding me "fuck you" underneath my window as it runs by. I still managed to recover the delay at the train, and got to work at nine sharp.

The day's event was brought about by a drunken, bleeding man who wandered into the store around lunchtime. We called both the police and the emergencies. The cops told us to call the firemen. The emergencies transferred the call to the firemen, who in turns told us that unless we could get the telephone near the guy, they couldn't provide any aid. Seeing as the phone is attached to the wall of a different room altogether, the boozehound was sent back to the street. Also of notice would be the asshole who came by asking us to do a present wrapping on 2 KG of codfish...

All of this was crowned by the 35ºC in the shade we've been feeling all through the month. I am roasting slowly inside the store, I work next to a fridge's motors, and the boss won't turn on the AC because he's going for some energy conserving award at the end of the year. I'm usually against ACs in general... but I have to admit, it'd come in handy here.

Wednesday Aug 12

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Not for any particular reason, but more of a delicious, nutritious mix of reasons which are meaningless on their own yet make for a very frustrating salad topping once together. Small turds of problems which have been piling up since Monday, until what you get is a pile of shit. The heat, my finances, the people around me, the prospect of working here for month after month, general isolation... a lot of very small croutons that sour off an already hard to swallow onion soup. Also, I'm sort of hungry.

Thursday Aug 13

The last time I recall using this method, I was in highschool, but I've been saying to myself all morning that the week's over in just one day. One of my co-workers caught me and said the heat and the customers should really be getting to me, if I was starting to mutter to myself. Yet my mantra serves a specific purpose now as it did in highschool: keep me within the 3Cs: cool, calm and collected.

Now the "calm" part was lost last night, ie, even before the day began. Temperatures are high and in some sections of the bloody store, as inside my place, it gets hard to breathe. There is no chance in Hell that anyone can take a snooze in my bedroom. Fuck Summer, and fuck global warming. The "calm" part went away throughout the day. The "collected" part is difficult to keep while the other two are amiss. I feel like telling half the people in this store to go to Hell on a trolley, and I still think I'm letting them off easy.

Friday Aug 14

One bus went by early, the other went by late. A deadly combination meant to piss me off - I wasn't at the stop yet for the first and because of the second, I was late for the train. I got stuck with a driver who went downhill as he went uphill. And yet I still managed to get to work on time, I'm not very sure how. Such is the power of being pissed and very mean early in the morning.

My blog has suffered delays up the ass. I have four or five articles waiting to be published, and seem to get no time to finish them. By the time I get home, I'm so tired I usually do just a few lines to try and keep up with the word quota. I can't concentrate enough for more. Take today for instance: it was an apeshit day. Two people didn't come to work. There weren't enough cashiers and they won't let me do it (although I can do every thing else, from magazine restock to phone answering). With the heat, it was tough running up and down the stairs. Everyone, starting at the security guard and ending in the customers, was pissed. I was caught checking my horoscope on a magazine at a time when there was literally jack to do (still got a reprimand, even if there were only two customers inside the store) and got out half an hour late because I had to shop for someone over the phone.

After work, I was late (again) to meet with the guys. And I mean really fuckin' late. You know how it happens: you leave work late, you get on the bus late, you get home late, dinner gets delayed, so does your shower, and so on. Still managed to have a good time before turning in.

Weekend Aug 15 - 16

I have three words to describe Saturday. Silent Hill 2. If it was a person, I would hump it and have its babies. Even with all its flaws, it's one of the games that still manages to fascinate me the twentieth time I finish it. Downloads include a lot of old shit - see, I was checking a few old (and apeshit) cartoons like Heavy Traffic, Fritz the Cat and Hey Good-Lookin', and ended up downloading Fire and Ice (1983) - which is from the same guy, Ralph Bakshi, but not as apeshit. I went on to download (for nostalgia's sake) Labyrinth (1986) and Willow (1988).