Listening to> Origa - Inner Universe
Reading> Madhur Jaffrey's Step-by-Step Cooking - oi, shut up!
Working On> Attempting to deodorise my shoes
Film of the moment> 'The Phantom of the Opera'
YARSSSSS. I know it's been a long-arse time, and yars, I should be spanked for being a naughty little lass.
*shame-faced* I do have excuses for this behaviour. Shall I recount the last three weeks?
Week #1:
Ceiling is dripping, as I mentioned in the last entry, above me head as I work on my papers. The apartment manager calls for help, as approved by those who own the building.
Someone breaks into my car, smashing my window, and steals my radio. The shock at discovering it at 5.00 am in the stark blinding dark as I am about to go to work prompts me to panic. I ring 'Bullseye' and try to explain what has happen. The cunt on the other side of the line barks that I am lying and that I better come to work. I explain shakingly, that I was coming to work as a favour to said prick, and I am certainly NOT to be at work considering I now have NO CAR TO TRAVEL.
I hang up and run back into the flat to ring the police. Stinky has to be awaken because I do not know the number for the police. She doesn't either, so I call 411 for help. Police show up half an hour later, and am jovial with policeman. He asks if anything valuable was taken, and I am suddenly struck with a fierce fury. Why would someone steal the only thing that meant to me, that goddamn worthless radio? The copper apologises and hands me his card so that I may refer to his case number when following up for insurance purposes.
I call Bullseye and yell down the phone to the cunt that I have the case number to prove my car was broken-into. He doesn't seem impressed.
The insurance company eventually refused to pay for the window. They said my mum switched to collision insurance only, but I smiled when I heard the agent complain that Mum had given her the talking to. I hope Mum switches from Mercury; she told me the agent misled her as to which plan we had. As of now I am driving around with a battered car without a window, only a plastic sheet roughly taped to the windshield with mailing tape.
The apartment manager calls me at eight am to inform us of the repair crew. We wait until four pm before leaving the flat to do grocery shopping. Upon our return, there is not a sign that said repair crew has even arrived. The next day, a single man shows up and explains his work. The apartment manager assures us it will be only a day to scour the mold off the wall.
The bloody industrial humidifier-thing is left on for the next two weeks. Neither Stinky nor I can take the noise, but we have no choice as the apartment manager did not tell us how long the machine would be left to its devices. Eventually he suggest moving to another flat, but we strike that out - our internet service, cable, and fridge cannot be routed to another place. The noise is so prevalent, we cannot sleep and I can't work on the computer as it is closest to the machine monster.
Week #2:
The Phantom of the Opera was bloody good. Thanks to Boots! Even Stinky was won over by his sexy Scottish charms. Quoth Stinky in one of the last scenes in the film: I thought he was going to fuck her right then! We nearly cried a few times, as well, although we would never admit it. I usually hate musicals, for the simple reason that it makes me continue in that singing-as-talking mode for the rest of the week. As in, 'Why do I keep singing my words? It's so stoo-piiiid!' And I knew I hated the story. My words after the end of the film: Christine is a stupid twat.
Poor guy who originally showed up informs us that he will be the only one working on our kitchen. This stretches into another two weeks of hammering, humidifiers, sawing, sanding, and toxic smells.
My papers are due that week. I have no workplace. Therefore, I spent most of my nights after work at school. Unfortunately, I can't drive to school with a plastic sheet as a window (although I would love to). Kids would just love to tear that sheet and chuck things into my car. Instead, I walk home in the dark, usually after 10:30. The reason I came home early is because I didn't feel like studying in the library anymore.
I'm so dead tired from it all, I actually took a Friday off to 'hang' with a friend and her friends. This took me to Manhattan beach with kids out of the OC. I made a spectacular fool out of myself drinking on the beach, and we freezed our arses off. Two of the boys got lost looking for the sea, and another stuck a flare into the fire pit and temporarily lost his eyesight. By the time I came home it was sufficiently past midnight, and I was sufficiently hammered.
The next day I woke up with the most efficient hangover and arrived at work with bleary eyes. It's amazing how kind people can be when you tell them you're an alcoholic.
Week #3:
Stinky reunited with evil ex-roommate and has been spending time out of the flat with her. At first I was a little put out, but now am happy as it means more telly for me! Although evil ex-roommate is a total cunt and Stinky has been uppity lately, hopefully this will last.
The poor repair man finally finished his work, but out of pity assured me he will have a 'talk' with the apartment manager. Apparently, he wasn't the man to finish painting the kitchen, sand the countertop, replace the ceiling lights, or lay down the floor. Apartment manager says he'll ring me soon to discuss the suitable time-frame.
I make my own time-frame to throttle him. Tomorrow I will march into that office of his, and demand I not have to pay rent for next month at all.
See what I mean?
Fuck me, I've my dinner cold. Did I mention that since there's no kitchen, Stinky and I have to run in the cold across the way to another flat? We cook in another kitchen, bring the cooked food back to our flat (with everyone watching from their windows, of course), trudge back to the other flat to wash dishes, and repeat the same procedure every bloody time we want to eat. We've done this for the past three weeks. THREE FUCKING WEEKS.
One good note though, I found out a good friend of mine wasn't present in Thailand during the tsunami. Am very very glad, and hope everyone who knows a missing person has the same happy news.