Das Leben eines Teilzeit-Berliner

Tonight, my 1995 Toyota was brought in the garage and my father began removing the rust off the wings. It therefore means that I'm without a car until Wednesday.

So I get to use mom's Honda for those 2 days. I wonder if I'll get smiles from women at traffic lights like I did while I drove it last summer :D

I tend to see myself as some kind of lazy person (my sleeping habits, my very basic cooking, my deficient sense of order in my apartment...) but I do realise, from time to time, that I'm not. Depends for what, of course.

But take this very moment for example. I've been on the road over the past 2 weeks, and now nothing. Well, I'm in a sort of panic "What am I gonna do?????". But WTF, I'm in Berlin Thursday so it's not like I won't do anything of my week.

And my dinner sucks, well it's now cold.

Plus I need to change my mind as my stress level increases since tomorrow is Wednesday. The last time, I invited to the second interview on the Friday so this was 5 days after. Tomorrow, it's been five days. So, yeah, I really can't wait to see if there's anything in my email box. Maybe I'd be more calm if people stopped asking me "Did you get news? Did you get news???".... Even at school, everyone is impatient to be drinking the bottle of sparkling wine reserved for big occasions.

I do believe we will, but give a break to my nerves!

Ok, let's eat a bit more and then go to the gym.

Tomorrow is, FINALLY, the first day of French tours for this season. Coincidentially, I received a booking for September 11th - excellent. Now, if someone can please tell my grand-mother how it works - I've given up.

I spoke to my mother yesterday and she decided to call herself the bank (she has a procuration on my Canadian banking because I am absent) and step into the process of claiming my money back. Like I said too, she thinks the bank is hand-in-hand with the scammer by refusing to admit I've been frauded AND she says I'm just being treated unfairly by a sexually-frustrated woman who is mad that I was at a stripclub.

I dunno if that will help but I can't stop her. Besides, damn, my father and her have been with the fucken damn Caisse Desjardins since they were kids - every cent since my birth transited to them. That's more than fidelity, it's arse-licking: mortages, car loans, personal loans, student loans, credit cards, savings accounts, insurance - name it, we got it there!

Ok, let's go sweat the rage at the gym.

Btw, Deutsche Bahn strike starts tomorrow - let's hope S-Bahn won't be disturbed!

So this Sunday a part of the people from work went to eat Moroccan food to celebrate the departure of our boss, Daniel, who has been promoted as the manager of Montréal's Lucky Brand Jeans store. A four-course meal, I ate like two people! And the beer was expensive. However, we did try red wine from Morocco and I was a bit surprised, I had never thought they produced wine!

I've got some pics, there: http://www.flickr.com/photos/8040312@N08/sets/72157600185946243/

The day was a bit long, though...so it can fit into one bigger text:

Melie came with her friend Hélène at 9:30, Melie had told her I have furnitures to sell due to my eminent and longer-than-last-year Liberation. Fine, the fridge/washing machine/dryer/dinner set out for 850$. Now Delphine wants my futon.

Went to the gym. I'm pissed that I'm the only one to have completed, so far, the challenge of 20 minutes of cardio per day for 10 days (Prize money of 500$). I want that money and those calories must be burned before I return to the city of Hot People (well, Montréal is too but I don't feel much concerned while in Berlin I have to be presentable since it's only away from Canada that I "reconnect with my sexuality and maleness" :p) [not to mention that like everytime I post a shot of me, someone will post that I'm fat]

Gilles came at work to tell us he had voted Sarkozy but was ashamed of it. He's forgiven...at 52.8%, his single vote didn't make THAT much difference! :) Marjorie voted blank.

After work, we didn't all have time to return home before going out so we just hung in the park (forgot the name) where there is a Boer War Monument for the Canadian soldiers who went there.

Ok, you need funny stuff so let's recall the toast...

Gilles: And don't forget that if you don't look at each other straight in the eyes it's seven years of bad sex
Me: Fuck that, I've survived 4 so there are only 3 left
Delphine: Jo, stop speaking about this to people. It doesn't make you more appealing
Me: It's always better to make fun of than cry about it. Life is too short, we have to fight and accept adversity
Daniel: Exactly my man, I'm proud of you there! *cheers!*

One more patch on my supressed depression *sarcasm*

Guillaume and his friend, who is sick, got all their money, passports and cards stolen near Machu Pichu. It sucks, A LOT.

My parents arrive tonight, I've mentally prepared. I will survive. :)

Sunday: Work 12-18
Monday: School 18-21
Tuesday: School 13-16
Wednesday: Work 9:30-16, School 18-21
Thursday: School 13-16, Work 17-22
Friday: Work 13-22
Saturday: Work 12-18

I'm almost tired in advance! lol