Oh frak! A few days ago, I got a note saying the electrician/inspector would be by to check how the new outlets are working. “No need to be home, we will use universal keys. Visits on the 13th-19th.” So yesterday I figured I’d clean up in the evening, because it’s the 12th and all. However, it was the 13th. Which means they PROBABLY CAME YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS OUT, AND THEY SAW ALL THE DUST AROUND MY OUTLETS AND THE CAT HAIR ALL OVER AND MY BRIDGET JONES PANTIES ON THE TOP OF THE LAUNDRY BASKET.
Saw the doctor yesterday. She said I show no signs of arthritis and the joint pains I had a month ago were probably flu-related. NO mention of my weight. :) Got a new prescription for anti-depressants, was glad to tell her about my new job. She said my life sounds like it’s getting better and I have more energy to deal with stuff. Also I’m proud I didn’t weigh myself, although there was a “self-help” desk with a scale, measuring tape, and BP meter..ing.. thingy.
This week’s good news: KELA the ..benefit bureacuracy thingy.. is granting me 120 A MONTH for my rent! I’m so stupefied and excited over this. My rent is 546, and I get 1100 euros a month (in average, it varies). I thought I wouldn’t qualify but I do! I get to make 300 more per month before I have to have it re-evaluated. This might just be the difference between making it on my own and having my parents pay half the rent each month. What a huge relief.
True story: I realized my bank card is missing. I get a call from Subway asking if I’ve lost something. I was like “ah, I may have lost my card?” The guy says, “You have your wallet then?” I’m like, “Well I carry the card in my jacket pocket, you see..” He says “Well, we have a backpack here and a wallet with your name in it.” I’m like “…” So I pick up my backpack there, to much embarrassment bc I didn’t even realize it was missing, and because it had two very ripe and smelly bananas in it, and because my wallet is not in a great shape… My bank card wasn’t there. I asked the grocery store clerk if they’d seen it, describing the card. She said “Ah, yes!! What’s your name?” So they had my card.
So to sum it up: I LOST TWO THINGS IN TWO SEPARATE PLACES YESTERDAY.
WTF is wrong with me this week!
PS. I also sent the wrong file at work this week. I was supposed to send a .doc file and I sent the .mp3 file. I… WTF.
Childhood memory: I was sitting in the car with my brother, reciting my poem “An Ode to Poop”. He was too grumpy to find it funny and I felt hurt that my talent at poop-jokes was left unrecognized.
I only remember the ending: “Oh dearest poop, if only I could get you back into my butt!”
It’s my birthday tomorrow. 32, which feels like nothing. I don’t want to celebrate, but in case the mood should strike tomorrow, I have equipped myself with two ciders, three rented movies, some chocolates and ice cream. Toby and I might just watch some The Office too. It should be a good birthday.
Daddy’s coming over and taking me to the hotel for a birthday breakfast. So that’s nice.
