Working is *FUN*! - Part 1

Right. Since I'm still waiting for my dreamjob while I don't have a stable one, I accepted a 2-day job to organize papers. This is the story of how it happened.

Day 1

I arrived early. It was... in the middle of the city. Like... about a half hour travel with mostly anything I could have got on that took me in that direction. And I didn't want to be late, hence my earlyness.
I finally found the place. Peep show on one side, sleazy bar on the other side... in front of me (behind me the door to the big, old, tattered building) a huge construction site with a half- finished huge building. With lots of noise. Oh joy.

I pushed the button once. No reaction. I pushed it a second and third and... you get my meaning. Still nothing. After a while some people came out so I ran in to the second floor, where this foundation thingy was. That part of the corridor was locked with a cheap wrought iron door, so I was stuck. I started waiting around.
After about 20-30 mins and old man came out and started bitching to me about why I don't go down and wait at the street-door where I am supposed to, that's why they have these little door bells with speakers. I *looked* at him and asked "Shall I go down again to call them then?" I also added that it does jolly good to my asthmatic lungs to sniff all the construction work's trash. He huffed, he puffed, and shambled away, shaking his head. I was a good girl and refrained from kicking him down the stairs.
Then the door I was pretty much standing in front of opened and an old woman peeked out and asked me what I was looking for. I told her I was here to work for the foundation, but they stood me up. And I didn't really feel like waiting next to the peep Show sign. She understood. She told me they were nice people so they shall come by sometime.
That's when I phoned the guy who sent me here, and I actually got a response. Not to mention that as soon as I put the phone down, my new boss arrived. He was migtily apologetic. He said he had a good weekend. (Duh. So did I, but I managed to wake up.)

Anyway, we went in, and he started stacking up the stacks of papers I should put in order. I got scared. But I started working. Sometimes I had to go and ask but I pretty much started sorting thestuff out.
Then, whenever I was ready, he came in and put more stuff on my desk to sort out. I was very *very* miserable Cinderella. But oh well, work is work.
And then he came in and told me I should look out for this and this, and if I found any I should put them somewhere else. - When I was finished with lots and have put them away neatly.

So he wanted me start all over from the beginning yet again?
LIKE HELL, GODSDAMNIT!

I just kept quiet, nodded and decided I shall be faaaar away when the shit hits the fan. Hopefully. They weren't paying me enough for this.

The guy came in and went. He was walking around with his mobile phone surgically attached to his ear. He was angry with a guy who talked bad about him on some forums so he wanted them to block and ban him form the community. So he called various people to tell them not to protect said person and that he shall kick him out so hard...
Then he sat down, watching while I worked and started bitching. I nodded and worked. (I still believed I had a chance to leave early if I actually completed the jobs. hah!)

Anyway, after loads of work, I went to have dinner. He said he shall be here, I don't have to worry. So I went, ate and came back as soon as I could. Till that time someone had shat on the doorstep of the street-door, and left some dirty newspapers lying about. Cute.

I pressed the button on the bell. Guess what? Nobody was home. So there I was, standing between a sleazy pub, a peep show, right next to a big, ugly pile of poop and got stared at by lazy construction workers, who started to look more and more hopeful by the minutes. So after some bitching I went, bought beads at one of my fave beadstores, which was like... 2 minutes from this workplace, 3 if you counted the streetlamp. When I got back, he was back. He decided to eat out too. Seems like I could have had lunch for an hour or so.

Then he decided he should leave (he was always, *always* running up and down like some batshit crazy caged animal), and leave all up to his co-worker or whatever, a girl who just arrived. She was nice. Real nice. We talked. She came, sat beside me and she talked while I packed away stuff.

And I was able to leave nearly on time... Although we talked nearly for an hour afterwards. ^^

And when I was leaving the frikkin construction workers started singing to me and tried to flirt. I pretty much ignored them, but it still made me... eugh...

Alcohol induced weird dreams

Yesterday I was getting sick (sore throat and all the fun stuff) so I took the advice and drank alcohol. The drink had 32% alcohol in it, so I ended up pretty wobbly. So I went to bed.

And had a weird dream.

Ok, the first part is a bit foggy. It was either a class reunion thingy (like the one I'm threatened to be invited) or a family reunion. Well, both cases had a few peeps in my dream.
So as I mentioned, I don't remember much. All I do remember is getting a pizza and the teacher, who was at the same time my relative giving me half the money and telling me to ask the other half from the others. And I was pretty angry at her.
Anyway, I was going up to the first floor when a storm came (search me) and went, and the teacher sent me up (I was going up anyway) to tke a look at the others if they were ok.

Now there must have been some time anomaly between the two floors, because it was days after the storm up there. Again, search me.
I put the pizza down and ate some before looking through the first door, which actually was open and looked into the first room.
A dead bird was near the entrance and I pretty much freaked out, but after a bit of calming down I looked again. Further in the room was an old lady on the floor, sleeping, and on the other side of the room a dead... well, what looked like an angel. (That really shocked me.) It looked like a guy, hod two huge white wings, although he was lying on his back. His body had specks of blood all over it and a white cloth was thrown over his face and upper body.

I went to the next room and got further shocks. The first body was actually... a carcass... or more like a bloody skeleton. There were some very small bits and pieces of meat stuck to it, and it was pretty disgusting. Paralell to it was the body of an old classmate (my second time dreaming about him, but I actually never liked him much as he was a stupid, agressive idiot) who looked like he was alive, but not in the best conditions. When I asked him what happened to the guy next to him he wheezed out that he died. (Duh. I never met many walking skeletons.)
It turns out the guy was hungry, the other guy was seriously hurt and what the hell, he ate him. I think the othr guy was then already dead.

Anyway, the ones from down came up, took the dead bodies, took the live bodies and we went on a roadtrip burying the bodies.

Weird dream, eh? I'm still mostly surprised by the angel.

If I get old and crazy, please shoot me

Well, I had my concerns meeting the old folk back at the remote little village my grandpa crawled out from... and it turns out with good reason.

They are a crazy bunch. They are batshit crazy. (At least I know where this madness comes from.)
They are old (naturally). A bunch of fossils sitting around, waiting for the young to arrive... But first things first...

We arrived, laden with clothes to change into. We went into a little room, trying to dress up for the funeral. Of course a couple of old gramps walk in and sit down on the couch, staring at us, trying to start a conversation while we tried to recover from the shock. Perverted much?

Well, we tried to ask them to leave. They said not to bother. Well fuck. I didn't give them the satisfaction, and pulled my skirt over my head and pulled my pants down from under the skirt without showing skin. Hah. The dirty old geezers have much to learn. Btw, have I added that it was frikkin disgusting? No? Well it was.

After that a couple of old folks glomped me, trying to start a conversation but luckily people arrived at all times and I had made my escape.

The funeral was mostly crap. Old bitches took my spot (nobody knew them but sure they had to take the spots of the family, which they obviously weren't. And they were morally outraged that we wanted our spots back. Oh, we horrible, disgusting brutes!)
Anyway... I was forced back into the last row where the flowers were so I was half blind and my nose totally clogged up from the allergies when the priest finished. Well, he sucked. He talked about Mother Theresa and a great Hungarian writer, but totally failed to link it or even mention my godmother. We all thought he was just your usual stupid Catholic priest. Turns out he was a relative. I could have spit in his bloody stupid face.

After the funeral... we ate. The food... ick, let's not talk about the food, I'm still trying to forget it.

After we went back to get our stuff and run out of there: We were caught! I changed back into my jeans and pullover, and I peeked out. At least 7 hungry pair of eyes looked back: all the old folk wanted me to spill thewir woes and their stories about backache and to generally make me a good listener. I ran back. They called out to me to please come out and sit beside them. They even got into a fight as in who gets to sit next to me and whine. Oh joy.

Well, I had to crawl out eventually, and I got swarmed by the batshit crazy folk. Who talked my ear off, asked me questions but didn't give a flying bat's arse of how I was, if I even remembered them or had any general idea of who they were. No, I was there to listen. Well, hell no.
So we had to sit down, all of us and listen. We tried to leave 3 times, but they started to talk again. Then we finally left, but they sank their claws in us and told us we absolutely *had* to visit them again, soon.

HELL NO! *with passion*

Please. If I ever get this crazy, please shoot me. I mean it. It would be a huge good deed.

Dubai

You know... after looking at pictures of Dubai and reading about its history (the most recent one, about how big it became and how much money was involved...) I decided I really wanna live there.

One drawback tho: I'm female and we all know how they treat women over there.

And this made me think about how it would be funny to create a matriarchal country just to spite men. Bwahahaha...

Still, it'd be nice to live and work there. All sunny and pretty...

Well... Just to recap...

I'm still having the weirdest dreams.

I'm still looking for a job, and hoping against hope to get this one because it really really interests me. It would be a really exciting one too. Being the link between foreigner workers and the firm. Meaning if the foreigners get moved about and they have any kind of problem, they call me. I write it down and pass it on, do the follow-up, as in asking if the problem was solved and if they are happy or not. It's also closeby, in the city.
I seriously, seriously want this job. >.<

Ah yes. My folks are still pissing me off (and vice versa), but this long weekend away from each other helped a great deal. We shall see how it goes from there.

My friends are bonkers, most of them that is. The one I should have kept banned got banned yet again. Still, keeping him banned would have solved things on so many levels. He's an obsessive idiot.
He has trouble accepting this, although since 2 girls have banned him (no, wasn't talking about me, hehe) he started to think that maybe I do have some sort of... truth in my words.
Anyway, he's hard to deal with. He is... obsessive in everything he does. I ask him to let up, he doesn't. I had to get some peace and quiet so I banned him for the remainder of the night.
I'm afraid unless he changes now, he's not going to change ever. And I won't be able to take this much longer in any case.

With that said, I think I'll go and make sushi. ^^