Weekly Log - 19 through 25

Monday Oct 19

Ah, Monday. What an endless pain in my read, recurring every week for the rest of my life and beyond. It's like turning an hourglass filled with bunny droppings, every seven days. A thorn with no rose. A cloud with no silver lining. A chocolate bread with shit instead. The Rickroll video uploaded instead of the latest episode of whatever it is you wanna watch (probably Naruto). Murphy's own way to troll you periodically.

Just when you start getting comfortable with the weekend, it's time to get your ass off the bed and your hide to work.

Tuesday Oct 20

And the bullshit continues: will we move, will we stay. I'm still putting my money on the moving. Seems highly unlikely they'll lower the rent enough for us to keep the place. Whatever gives me the less of a bother I'll take at this point. I'm sick of the issue.

We had a mega day at work - meaning, all the centre working on the same campaign, divided in teams and going for a given prize. The prize was a handbag (an ugly handbag), and my team was named Woody Allen (tsc, not even on purpose...). The theme was cinema, unfortunately it was selective cinema, so no David Cronenberg, no Quentin Tarantino...

Wednesday Oct 21

Let it rain! On my way to work, it started pouring like nobody's business!

Rain enhances my creativity, I think. I have a cunning plan (insert Baldrick impersonation here) to surprise my cousin for his birthday, by showing up at his house unannounced and troll the shit out of him. It's happning next Sunday and if it all goes according to plan, it will be a time of many lulz and an occasion for future "and hey remember that time when we....?" chats.

As for work... a woman yelled at me for nearly ten minutes today. I was finding it odd it wasn't happening, seeing as I know the telemarketing business well. Sometimes the best thing about my days is the weather and the fact that I don't need to live through them again. I image how Mario feels doing the same fuckin' Super Mario Bros. over and over, only to fall always on the same fuckin' pit...

Thursday Oct 22

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. The same piss-bad mood I kept for most of my previous week is creeping back into my bones. There was a migrain splitting my skull as soon as I got my head off the pillow. Coffee was weak. Forgot my jacket (but remembered to buy my pass, thank crow). Another asshole decided I was a good place to vent whatever the Hell is wrong with their life, so I got another screeching call. Didn't eat anything until dinner because I was in a hurry to get my ass wherever I wanted to go. Full trains, full buses, a motherfuckin' idiot driving the latter one back home. Get me off the street before I go absolute batshit.

The plan to surprise my cousin seems well on its way, though.

It's a good thing I write about my days. I live from Friday to Friday. The rest would be a complete blur if I wasn't keeping track of it. In fact...

Friday Oct 23

...If Friday was a man, I'd marry it in an instant.

But a man it isn't: my first call of the day was a refusal, which really set the tone for the rest of the work shift. I managed, at much cost, to recover from the blow. I think I sounded so pissed on the phone people didn't want to tell me they wouldn't do the survey, so they either did it, or hanged up in my face. The next time someone comes talk to me about the power of positive thinking, I'll positively rip their little hearts out!

After the shift was done and I had earned my paycheck (I got paid today, in fact), a co-workwe gave me a ride to the mall. I bought my cousin his birthday gift, ordered a couple books from me (taking advantage of the fact they're on sale, nobody's spending their cash on books these days) and had some chinese food for dinner. I had decided a few days ago that I didn't feel like remembering my name at 2 AM today. Mission accomplished: there was nobody to go out with, so I went out myself, bought a shitload of beer, took it home, made myself some snacks, popped that sucker open, and around midnight I might as well have been Inigo Montoya. Someone killed my father. They should prepare to die.

Weekend Oct 24 - 25

Operation Troll My Cousin didn't go as planned. And we were so close!!

But next time I get him. Happy birthday, guy. May Death get confused on the way to your house.