Weekly Log - 16 through 22

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.