Weekly Log - 09 through 15

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.