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Monday Nov 23
Welcome to tension city, population me. Remember how I gotta be out of my place by the end of the month? Yeah, me too. And it's killing me since the walls aren't even painted yet! We bagged a shitload of things and started carrying them across the street, but there's still a lot to be moved, I don't have a closet, the house still needs a lot of work and I have no idea by which miracle I will pull this.
I'm usually the queen of leaving at the last minute and still getting there on time. It's happened in the past to leave home at 07:38 for the 07:45 bus and make it, showered, dressed, with my face on and cursing like a sailor to whatever Gods will hear me, but still get to work on time. Crow knows I've pulled insane miracles in the past. Where I'll pull this one from and how much it'll hurt coming out, that's what I'm worried about. And they won't let me take days off from work, you know... in any circumstance. So even if I wanted to clear up a Friday to get shit done faster, no cigar. Shit creek. Paddle fell off about 3 miles of rapids ago.
I wrote down an agenda for the next few days, trying to get organized, but you know what's been said about the best laid plans of mice and men. And quoting René Artois in 'Allo 'Allo, "I think this plan was laid by a mouse".
On the work department... they gave me the briefing for a new survey campaign I'm supposed to begin in, as soon as they can find the error that's keeping me out of the program. This particular campaign scares me more than that scene in the made-for-TV version of Ju-On where there's a building littered with disturbing-sounding, white-clad, in serious need of a hairbrush ghost ladies. This is a survey meant for clients that have abandoned the bank and we wanna know why.
It's basically the telemarketing way of asking "Why don't you love me anymore?" and "Will you come back if I pleasure you with my mouth?"
I used to do something similar in another telemarketing gig. We called it SOS, likely because that's what operators wrote on the center windows once they knew they had to login to that campaign. It was shortly before I left the place, and contributed for a faster skedaddle on my part. That was, in short, the most miserable, heart and ear-wrecking, gut-turning, up-chucking, mind-blasting, mood-fucking, butt-raping experience I had in my professional life. And that's in short. Don't ask how it was in long.
For the moment, though, I'll be auditing. So maybe I can feel up the terrain before plunging in head first. Let's see how this one turns out.
Tuesday Nov 24
Tomorrow, I have a date with Pops to buy paint. Some furniture will have to wait and so will lamps. I think I might make it. It's a bad race and most of the other horses are ahead, but I think I can make it.
Wednesday Nov 25
It never rains, but boy does it pour! Flooded streets, plus the usual motherfucker driver who runs right through the water puddles to get the people waiting at the bus stop soaked (how I wish I saw one of these slam into a post right after doing it...), wet from my knees down for the best part of my way back home. It's still my kind of weather.
In the morning, I bought paint. Pops gave me and the cans a lift back, but didn't even enter the building to check the place. Not for lack of invitation form my part. Screw him.
Work = dull. No access yet, due to the same error, so I can't work. I spent my day doing e-Learning on money laundering and terrorism financing. Great. Yeah because Portugal may be hit with a terrorist attack, or house terrorists attacking other places! We're this big, important, worldwide potency and all! Get outta here... we're not even in allied relations with a big, important, worldwide potency. We're a few square miles of bullshit planted by the sea, with decent beaches, awesome food and old glories to our name, flag and hymn. And we're taking measures against terrorism because crow only knows what would happen if the Al-Qaeda got a hold of our codfish recipes!
That's like a mouse getting measures in case he ever gets attacked by a tiger.
Anyway, Al Capone coined the term "money laundering", and I'm a big fan of ol' Scarface, so I didn't mind much spending four hours of my existence on this Earth taking a course about how it's done. At least I'm not looking at center walls.
Since I got the paint, I also bought a new pair of boots. My old ones are great to wear while painting: they're old, worn out, in need of retirement. They've plenty of miles on their soles. And I found a decent pair at less than €20 a pair. Pretty nifty. Back in the day, I paid more for my old ones.
I also took care of my electricity bill. It's in my name now. Or at least, from now on.
Thursday Nov 26
Mum asked Pops the car, loaded it with a lot of stuff, her dog and a cat, and drove off to leave stuff on the South, and bring back a counter, a couch and two chairs we'll be using for the time being.
...I'm gonna miss my cat. I don't have the time or funds to keep them both... I had to choose one or the other. After a lot of hesitation, I picked Kafka. My elder car is more used to Mum... and he won't run away, since he's fixed, while Kafka would disappear in seconds.
My cat was with me nearly ten years, though. I'll miss him, I know. I was sad to see him go.
I recorded a video of him on my cellphone yesterday. Eating pizza (fuck cheezburger, amirite?) And this morning, Mum placed him in the box, and drove off just like that... long goodbyes isn't my style, you know? Even for a cat... especially for a cat. He's getting old as well and... that might've influenced my choice. If he dies of old age, he better do it far away from me.
Anyway... at work, I'm auditing still. Same login error, and I'm stranded listening to others communicate.
Friday Nov 27
I moved the washer to my kitchen, assembled my new (old) couch and placed in the counter-slash-bar. Both things kindly donated by my grandfather. With the headaches he gave me, he might as well contribute... plus, the furniture wasn't serving.
I went to a furniture shop to check for possibilities of getting me the bed I wanted. Only in January, though. For the moment, we keep as we are. Ceiling lamps may have to wait a while as well. We carried a lot of clothing and cutlery to the place, putting it in place will have to wait until we get the kitchen clean.
Weekend Nov 28 - 29
I had two friends over to help with the painting, and we managed to do some work and have some fun. Disassembling the old closet on my brother's new bedroom was particularly satisfying. On Sunday, I was back again: Mum found a way to skip work, we painted another room, we cleaned the kitchen, we got the dishes and glasses in place. Tired, cold and sleepy.
I hope we have enough money to get through it...
As you may have noticed, I'm a month behind on updating my web log. Yeah. Usually, it doesn't happen, but November 2009 has been a pain in the nuts I do not have. I'm moving, work's odd, slow and boring, I'm nervous about what will happen with my old place, what will happen with my new place, cash issues again, hoping I'll have enough for everything... I'm hoping we'll come through, but it's an iffy and shaky hope.
Anyway, since I was tired, I took the eve to do a massive weekly log update. YouTube Wednesdays will have to wait another while, but I'll get to it... and reviews and ten articles will come later. Patience.
Cheers!
Monday Nov 16
A rainy, windy morning. I'm still trying to go through the Depeche Mode hangover: I can't hear properly, I can't move very well, and I lost my train pass.
I realized it was Monday when Mum woke me up hollering on the phone that I had to get €400 more to fully repay Pops and I had to do it now. I gathered my shit and off I go: withdrew the cash, did some grocery shopping, called Pops to pick up the cash. Pops seems to have the same impression of money I do: he picked up the bills and said it was just a bunch of stupid papers, only we couldn't live without it.
At the train station, I decided to take care of my pass. I didn't tell Mum I lost it. Why should I? It's my pass... Pops did let me keep some change from the amount I withdrew, so I'm in the clear to get a new one. During the next week, I should have the rental contract in hand. And once I do, I'll be changing the names on water and electricity. The painting begins... and I move. To my own place.
Tuesday Nov 17
Tuesday. Much to my protest, I got up and got to the bus. I'm having some trouble sleeping lately.
Nothing much to report about the day itself. The work's still slow, I get whole hours of complete, utter silence. After hours, I picked my pass, finally. The mess continues.
Wednesday Nov 18
Even slower... now I get a contact every hour. Gives me time to study the commercial campaigns. I don't know when I'm beginning with them, or if I will be.
Thursday Nov 19
My place is now officially mine. I have a five year contract in my pocket and the keys in hand. Now to get the water and electricity going and start carrying shit in. We've gotta be out by the end of the month. Ten days, give or take. Oh brother, will this be bad.
Work... is a snail at this point. Another quiz-slash-exercise about products. Me, the girls who got in a bit ago, and the ones who got in at the same time as me. It's a pain in the butt. I'm glad it's at least a pain in my butt I get paid for. With things as are, let it ache. At least until I get a better offer.
I'm starting to wonder how I'll fit my stuff inside the house... both how I'll organize it, where it'll fit and sit, and also how I'll carry it. See, Kid Bro threw the predicted tantrum and wants to keep the bigger room. My original plans for placing stuff went to Hell. And since he's keeping the room with the closet, I'll have to buy one for myself... when he does have a closet at this point and could as well keep it.
So, some of you might wonder... why did I give in to the room? And why, since we're at it, did I so easily accept the fact Kid Bro won't be helping much with the moving? Shouldn't I be shouting a lot? No. No, I shouldn't. See, what my brother just did, was give me time. I'll have to take care of the whole house on my own. If I have the smaller room, I have less to clean up. See... I'm not touching Kid Bro's bedroom with a ten foot pole! I'm not making his bed, I'm not cleaning, dusting or tidying up, I am not painting walls again, I'm not fixing anything. And frankly, I'm not moving furniture around from the moment I put it down! He doesn't wanna contribute in placing, carrying, cleaning, painting and decorating... well, too bad. I'll just have to do things my way... and the house is in my name, so... my will be done.
Friday Nov 20
I went to the water central, hoping to have the aforementioned up and running by this afternoon still. I lost my time... since the water's already on!
So... how come nobody noticed?
Because nobody opened a bloody tap, that's why! Whenever I think I wanted to open a tap to see how the water pressure was, and I didn't because they told me the house had no running water yet... I could've begun cleaning up a week ago...
One week ago. Crow I feel dumb.
Today is Friday, and this particular Friday shall be remembered as the day when Seion re-learned the meaning of the word "boredom". I finished my assignments at work in full by 14h53, which would be an hour away from break and about two and a half away from release... with absolutely jack to do, super told me to start looking about the products... which I already did. She told me to look at the commercial campaigns. Which I did as well on the course of the past week. Defeated, she told me to look around the place's inner website. So Seion started sailing with no wind around the website, in a sea of complete, relentless, absolute tedium for two hours, quickly finishing the few interesting pages... and then moving on to the fatally boring ones.
And I do mean fatally boring. I read the legislation procedures and protocols of the bank nearly end to end. By the time I was done, not even crow knows how my spleen didn't attempt to escape my body in hopes of salvation, killing me in the process. Alas, I am still alive and in full possession of rational thought. Or so I think. This is how I know I could've never been an attorney.
Anyway: my weekend began, I have a dinner party to attend, shit to do, people waiting for me. Let's move.
Weekend Nov 21 - 22
The dinner party was cool, running through a period of uncoolness in which due to a steep climb to reach the bars, Seion's stomach threw a tantrum and decided to stop working. This culminated in her throwing up on the street. Ah, the good old days.
Coolness returned with copious amounts of alcohol of various kinds, a climb down Lisbon for the boats and a lot of singing on the way. It was a nice weekend.
Monday Nov 09
I've begun picking colors for my walls and settled for white, pearl, papyrus and cherry red for Kid Bro's bedroom, since he requested a tone of red darker than mine is right now, and he hasn't taken fifteen minutes to check a color. It sticks as I do, then. My second quest has been to upgrade Ubuntu 8.04 to 9.04, without much success also. I can't burn a proper LiveCD, likely because my drive is fucked.
Work peaked at its slowest: I got four useful calls, and out of those, four surveys to a 100% hit ratio. For shame. It's a disappointment to the new girls auditing me, they're bored as Hell. Welcome to my Life.
Tour of the Universe draws ever nearer. I have a place to work in, and I know the first few months will be tricky, with Mum changing jobs and all. I got news a friend of mine has gotten a hold of a secure position at his company, so shit's actually starting to look up.
Here's to hoping it's not looking up because it's about to fall flat on its back.
Tuesday Nov 10
Mum got herself a dog. Yeah. Again. A dalmatian. She says she needs a dog to take along South and keep her company. It's all fine with me, but I doubt the value of a dalmatian as a guard dog, for instance. I do know it'll be a royal pain in the ass to keep the dog around. She's pretty big, eats a lot and well... shits a lot as well. The cats aren't exactly thrilled.
No big deal, I says to myself. The coming of a dog marks the point in which Mum is adamant about heading down under. By December 28th, she's out. I have about a month to leave the house, two to re-learn how to live by myself with Kid Bro.
Work's slow again. Same error in the program, so I can't do anything but look at walls. The contact list is at its end, I'm having a call every fifty minutes, give or take. I took the chance to study other products the bank has to offer, and noticed this: banks never deal with money. Banks deal in sums, values, amounts and credits, but never money, cash, dinero or kablinky. It's easy to see why they're not overly well-liked out there. People working in here seem to speak a different language from the common Joe.
By the end of my shift I was sent to e-Learning (since I was looking at the walls) and stood for about an hour and a half of stock market instructions. I can honestly state this was the most tedious hour and a half I ever had to live through.
Wednesday Nov 11
I forgot my train pass since I left home early to meet Mum at the coffee shop. I'm looking at another hour and a half's worth of stock market. I'm also looking at a slow day as surveys go - again. My MP3's headphones are in the fry, so no music. If I didn't know better, I'd think this was Monday. I even double checked it in the calendar by mid-morning.
I wanna start works on the new place as soon as possible. I need to buy paint and get to painting, buy cleaning products and get to cleaning. The faster I want to get this over with, the slowest it goes, it seems. Come on! I wanna move!
Slowest day yet on the job. No sales, no contacts, two hours of stock market bullshit. My following two hours were spent researching the answers for a quiz the super found to keep us busy.
Thursday Nov 12
Remember how my bank moved my Mum's account to far the fuck away? This morning I took a 2 hour journey to figure out what I'm gonna do about my old place and close my account once and for all. Plus 45 minutes waiting and a 10 minute sitting. Conclusion: house will be sold. And my issues with this particular bank are over. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
We were lucky not to get a speeding ticket on the way back. Mum put the pedal to the medal to get me to work in time. She hasn't driven a car in a while (we borrowed Pops', since, well, it's far the fuck away) so she's like a brat in the park when she gets behind the wheel these days.
Another "theme day" at work. I don't get these "theme day" things. I'm still deciding how I feel about them, since I never had anything that even slightly resembled this in past jobs. It's supposed to be a stress reliever, I realize, but I don't think I like it very much. All this having to look like I'm having a good time stresses me beyond belief. And it sort of messes up with my concentration.
Friday Nov 13
Oh crow. I expect the second coming of Murphy at any moment. I will know if this was a good day or not depending on wether or not I see the Four Horsemen waving at my window on their way to the nearest McDonald's. I expect the worst out of this day. It may come or not: Murphy has this habit of luring folks into a false sense of security. I left home quietly, I made my way to the bus and train on time... am I in the clear?
Then I got to work. Posters on the walls announcing what day this is. Black cat pictures. The number 13 spread a little bit everywhere. Stuff about Templars and the hebrew calendar. Do these people wanna die?! I should've brought a few flyers of the Most Serene Church to spread about!
I got €400 out of my account to pay Pops for the money he lent me on the down payment of the new house. They're not mine, of course. Mum asked her father for it. Once again, shit wasn't done as I wanted: I wanted to get some cash out of my own salary to make the down payment before I even began looking at places. It wasn't done, so I ended up owing. I handed her the cash and forgot about it. Frankly, Depeche Mode is in 24 hours and I'm looking forward to not being upset.
Weekend Nov 14 - 15
The night: November 14th, 2009.
The place: Pavilhão Atlântico.
The band: Depeche Mode.
The boo-hoo: Martin sang Home and fucked me up. Again.
The shits: I lost my pass during the concert.
Monday Nov 02
Monday begins with a seeing-eye dog barfing on the bus. Murphy announces its arrival swiftly and with style. I started getting a few more movies to watch and review: this blog was created with a purpose other than complaining (although that was the backup plan) and it's been a bitch to keep up with the last few months.
I have a thing or two to look forward to in November, namely, in 12 days, I have Depeche Mode's Tour of the Universe, and luckily, by the time I get home today, I have two new Batman comics and two more movies to watch. Avatar is popping in theaters soon as well... I have my doubts about Cameron's directing, but the trailer is interesting as interesting gets, so I'm willing to give it a shot. (let us, for the sake of the argument, ignore the rule that says that trailers lie.
I got to work, the program didn't like me anymore, so I went back to previous functions. I don't know what happened: it was working fine last Friday. Maybe I screwed up the computer terminal... if I did, however, I didn't notice. Swear to crow and all things holy.
I ended my day watching Mythbusters YouTube specials and trying to find torrents for some epic orchestral music. I went to bed late, and with plans to conquer Poland.
Tuesday Nov 03
Poland will have to wait, it seem, while I get to work and earn my day's pay. Going to bed after Mythbusters and Verdi isn't very healthy it seems. I have a feeling my night was populated with strange dreams. I did wake up with a feeling something wasn't overly right, at 8h20 in the morn. Which is even more unusual. I can't for the life of me recall the dreams.
Still have a hard-on holding strong for C4 explosives. A psychological hard-on, of course. The physiological kind would be weird.
Wednesday Nov 04
Ten days until Tour of the Universe. Very excited. You should always have something to look forward to: it helps keep the depressing thoughts at bay. Now let's get over this hump and rush forth to call it a week.
I have a few movies to watch now, and review... nothing new, I'm afraid. I finally got a version of Jacob's Ladder with a quality that doesn't blow the big one. I have Batman Begins, as well as the aforementioned The Dark Knight... I have The Machinist, which you should really watch if you haven't yet. And I'm giving some thought to American Psycho. The movie was bland, menthinks, compared to the book. The book is not only difficult to read at moments, but also much heavier than Hollywood made it. Coraline is also on my ranks. Now I need to gather up some good horror titles and start getting back on track. Easier typed than done.
My dreams remain weird. I have a recollection of, at some moment of the night, getting visions of people I know in a manner you'd expect in a David Lynch flick. I have a clear remembrance of seeing Mum walk into the room in a reverse motion (you know, filmed walking backwards and then running the tape backwards so it looks like she's walking straight), and in fast-forward. Spooky.
When they ask you how I finally cracked, feel free to show them this log.
Thursday Nov 05
I woke up slightly later than usual, although still on time, got out of bed and started getting ready for work. I got a call from a rental agent and marked a visit to a house for tomorrow morning. Mum finally decided it was better for me to move. Shit, really? I'll try to act like I hadn't seen it coming over a month ago.
That's a wrap for my attempt at buying the place. It was a great, resounding failure. In the process, we've lost money and had troubles and tribulations up the ass. Why did I even think things would get easy for me? Nothing comes easy. I swear, the next fucker who comes at me with positive thinking is getting something tossed at him.
At work, still in the regular, short survey. The problem with the program remains. I let hours slide by. My head's elsewhere - namely, preparations to move. The boxes, the heaby cleaning, painting walls, changing bills' names and addresses... and the Internet connections. And getting to know the new neighbors. And finding new resource areas. Gods, the moving! My eyes remain on the clock throughout the whole thing. I'm not sure I want to get out of here and go to a house I don't see as mine anymore.
Friday Nov 06
Well... I have a new place. Or I will, officially, tomorrow. And when I saw I have a new place, I mean I have a new place. Not Mum's place. My place. Moi. Me. I.
It's small, cheap and needs some serious work, but it's mine and I like it. Or at least, will be mine, if Murphy leaves me the fuck alone. It's a rental, but in five years, I'll have an option of buying it for a much lower prince than now. I confess I'm excited, I made a lot of plans on my way to the coffee shop after the visit: where I'm gonna place what, what color I'll paint the walls, what stays, what goes, putting up a bar and a gaming spot on the living room... very excited. And the best part: it's across the street from where I am now, so the moving will maybe, perhaps, probably be less rough.
I decided it's high time I got to it. I keep waiting and shit can get very, very ugly. Maybe this way I can jump free of some of the bullshit that's been eating at my head like battery acid. Now only one thing worries me.
Kid Bro.
I had agreed with him we'd see a few places... but this is by far the most affordable one I found, and it's in a location we both know already. I know I won't be able to afford a place where he wants me to get one. This is a five year contract, even if shit backfires, I will never lose the place as long as I'm working! The likeliness of backfire is very short! I actually think I can do something good in there!
... who am I kidding? He's gonna give me Hell.
Weekend Nov 07 - 08
Papers signed, she's mine!
Monday Oct 26
A foggy morning to cheer me up. Feels like walking down the street in Silent Hill! The people could be makeshift monsters. I'll have my complimentary 3-foot lead pipe now.
I went to bed early to little avail. It just had me rolling about for a couple hours, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. I had this galloping toothache, which reminds me I need to go to the dentist pronto, and have no cash to. Plus, I'm not exactly crazy about dentists... they and I have had a very strange relationship throughout the years. See, they're people with drills who get intimate with the inside of my mouth, and I have this habit of hurting back the people who hurt me.
I'm gonna try for a male dentist. That way, once I'm lying down on that hideous, medieval device of a chair, I can grab him where I know I'll get his attention, and make sure we're not gonna hurt each other. (this gag is older than me - I saw it on Cheers)
The general hour went back 60 minutes today. We do this to make the best of our daylight time (hence why it's called daylight savings time), which is a pity, really. I still say it would be awesome if we all had a healthier dose of nighttime in our waking period. But that's me. I suppose for most, the night's only useful for sleeping. Well, the asswipes who camp under my window ought to think it's an awesome time to talk about their girlfriends and their cars (not necessarily in this order) and the joy of being a douchebag.
The team chief found out we've been exchanging non work related e-mails amongst ourselves, we were swiftly told to cut it out. Let the boredom reign free!
Tuesday Oct 27
Paid my Internet bill, got some credit on my cellphone and then cringed at the amount of money I have left in the bank. If you think time flies, wait 'til you see the euro soar...
I was on e-Learning today, which means the first two hours of my shift were spent going through a massive document concerning safety in handling information, how to keep anything and everything classified as a secret that way, and protecting my work against them vicious Internet fiends. Fairly interesting, except for the parts when the program assumed I had been living under a rock for the past ten years and explained in detail what a "browser" is.
Wednesday Oct 28
I went to the bank this morning to pay my debt, close my account and get a document for my Mum. I managed the first, but not the other two. Once again proof that the bank makes it much easier for you to give than to receive. It seems my Mum is also on the account, so I can't close it without her signature, and they didn't let me get the document I was supposed to bring because, well, the document's not meant for me.
I'm glad I'm gonna close the account. It's about time. With Mum's debts, it's best if her name isn't anywhere near mine or my brother's. Her own debt may screw me over, and I do work at a bank now. I know they have ways of knowing if I owe anyone anything. Plus I'm up to here with that bank in particular. Account migration without permission, debts on a credit card nobody's picked up for almost a year, a lot of shady and stupid issues with the rent... I'm outta here as soon as I can. No use for three bank accounts anyway.
Mum hollered a lot about the document on the phone when I told her. Hollering which wasn't meant for me, but which I heard anyway. Common occurrence: when someone needs to shout around here, I am always somehow on the receiving end of the decibels. They yell at me first, to rehearse for the yelling with whomever they need to. Then when they meet whoever deserves the yelling, they are able to speak more calmly. Communication at my place was weird.
Brother, let me get to work... the faster I deal with the shift, the faster I get home, the faster I get my noise-proof headset on. I made an arrangement to have a beer with someone on the way, clear my head off all the bullshit.
Thursday Oct 29
Well, it looks like this is a day when Murphy is hellbent on fucking with me. I was seen polishing my nails on the job yesterday for about fifteen seconds. One of the nails was getting stuck on my shirt and upsetting me like Hell, so I polished it. But since I was seen (and I could swear to crow I know who it was) and the person who saw me had the decency and principle of complaining to my team chief instead of telling me not to do it. I got a behavioral warning.
Awesome. Just awesome. Like I've said many times before, there is a cow at every job, or a douchebag, and you just need to figure ot who it is. I found one of them out! You know: the kind who won't correct you, and instead reports your wrongful behavior to the super. The kind who will take not of what you do, and report it when you're doing the best. The kind who will smile at you with every teeth and stab you between the shoulderblades when you turn.
Then my last call was a refusal. A 29 minute refusal. No time to recover my hit ratio. Thank you, asshole. A simple "I have no interest in participating" would've sufficed, and taken about a minute to wrap up!
Because my last call took so long, the team chief ended up not giving me feedback I was supposed to get today. She wouldn't even tell me the grade - in fact, she complained I was too worried about the grade and not the indications in the back. And when I tried to explain it was just so I wouldn't be thinking about it for the rest of the weekend, she took the chance to scold me a little more. Thank you too. That's all I need right now. More stress.
I'm gonna stop trying to correct her about me when she's wrong. It's a waste of fuckin' time. She's obviously made up her mind about who I am and seemingly can predict my behavior as is, so, to Hell with wasting saliva on her. As long as she can't fire me, I can act up to her expectations for four hours a day.
I bought some beer and went home to drown down the day. I called Mum on the way and told her how my day had been, hoping to hear a nice voice in an otherwise shitty day. She scolded me again for wanting to learn the grade.
... Crank up the volume of my headset, open the beer and let the night slide in. I don't feel like hearing myself think.
Friday Oct 30
My plans for today: get my four hour shift out of the way. Go over anything and everything that might upset me. Get my ass to the mall. Buy some clothes, a couple supplies and booze. Go home. Drink beer. Become comatose to the world until next Monday. Hajime.
Upcoming movie Avatar has caught my attention, because sci-if is win. James Cameron directs it, possibly trying to make up for the fact Titanic was a huge flop (HA!), although I have a feeling I know the movie end to end from the trailer alone. Looks like The Last Samurai with spaceships and blue aliens.
Halloween reached the center. We had a "theme day" about it. I was also put in charge of a complicated survey, different from the ones I've been doing up until now. I wish I knew why. Maybe they like the way I speak. Maybe they wanna see how I can handle it. Maybe they felt like it, crow, who knows? The point is, I was allocated to other functions.
Left work and made for the mall. Tried some clothes on, but selection was poor, and I ended up not bringing anything back. Got my groceries, my daily dose of alcohol, went home, prepared to watch The Dark Knight once and for all, and started working on passing out. Have a nice weekend.
Weekend Oct 31 - 01
I wanted to head out for a Halloween party, but I have a birthday party. I ate, I drank, and when I started to want to cry, I figured it was time to go home. Booze isn't doing what it should. I usually keeps me in a good mood. Lately, I just wanna go down in tears every time I drink. What the fuck is wrong?
This weekend we seemingly had Samhain... no dead relatives came to visit me, not that I saw at least. Even if they did, I don't think they'd wanna stick around anyway. Ghosts make lousy drunks and my place is cold as a bitch.
