26th of March, 2010
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6:25 - Shock. The usual jolt-to-wake sort of morning. Not due to all the alarms the 2 phones let loose on the desk. Quick scouting around... "What's this? Darn! On the couch again..."
My arm aches. There's this reddish embedded strip, aching like a cold dull iron bar. That strip from the couch, yeah.
Grab the phone, the black one. Check the time: "Almost 6:30... I'll take a shower, then head for work, yeah."
Face-flat on the couch again.
7:08 - Phone call. Mom.
M.: Mornin'!
I: Hey! /growl
M.: Are you up?
I: Yeah, sure, slept on the couch... again... I've got that strip from the couch stabbing my face all the night...
M.: Ohhww...
I: Gonna take a shower and head for work.
M.: Talk to you later then?
I: Yeah, sure, later!
M.: Bye!
I: Bye /gasp
/snooze
8:20 - Second jolt-to-wake. Check phone. Shock. Get up. Stumble into the right doorway wall. Bathroom. Wash face. Contemplate on the ridge crossing my right cheek. "Awesome... not. Ouch"
Wrap up the laptop. Charger. Everything. Forget about the plates and leftovers from dinner. Later. Swap clothes. Done. "Get the stuff from the coat into my shirt..."
Exit the room, lock the door, fast pace toward the elevator.
Stop. Bus subscription. Crap. "I'm turning in my path... good luck, right?"
Return, snap the keys inside the socket, unlock, open wide (the door), loot my coat for the second time (random loot is best! <3 ), exit, lock the door. Fast pace toward the elevator.
Grab one, press P. Wait - snap the ear buds inside my radio dish pair. Exit the building, 5 steps toward the bus station.
Stop. Windy. Lean against a tiny, a bit more sheltered kiosk, pull out "Îndumnezeirea maidanului" from my back pack. Browse, scanning for the last known part. "42? nah, those were some interesting potential quotes... 51.. ah, there it is!"
Read. Wait. 66. Read. 85. Wait. Old men squabble. Read. 133. "Bingo!"
Jump inside, validate my subscription. Pick a chair. Settle. Resume reading. Traffic. Read.
8:39 - "Buzeşti. My keys... back pockets? nah... front? nah... chest? nah... not in the backpack..."
"Lost them? Would have heard... Crap... locked them inside my place? Crap!"
"The second set is also inside... erm... call the agent... nah, the advocate... Tear the door down? I can't pick that lock open... I'm no rogue."
"It will be OK, I'll call either of them around 12, it's too early now."
"What if I left them in the socket???" Thinks, thinks...
"Would you please allow me to get out from here?" Nice blond lady, damn her ear buds, I got to wave close to her view scope so she can react...
Press the Stop on Demand button. No reaction. Traffic jam. "F~k you, let me exit..."
More people asking for it. Doors opened. Fast pace.
8:51 - "Around... 9:10 I'll be there... damn... I'll be late..."
Fast pace. Gasp... walk... walk... walk... "The building access card... on the same chain with they keys! Grr..." Wish for a lucky instant when I get there...
9:09 - Building. Someone opens the door and I enter. Elevator. Press 4. Screw the noise. Wait.
Exit. Gasp. Run. Keys in the socket. Unlock, search for potential intruders. None.
Exit. Elevator. Descend. Exit. Fast pace. Sex shop, turn right. Mini market, enter.
"Hmm... Twix, cake bar x2, Burn..."
Merchant: The 9RON or the 7RON one?
Me: The 9RON one.
"I hope it's Burn, not RedBull..."
Turn, get the Burn. Oops, the 485ml one? "Erm... why the f~k not?"
Load backpack, exit, look for a cab. Found. Ask. Agree.
9:35 - Job. "Great... overtimed yesterday for this?"
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Thanks to a cute friend of mine, I've had a nice time from 7PM to 10PM.
Nifty day today... Havoc, code, shopping for the whole company, set cables clean, more code, debug web portals, send emails, hope for the best.
This blog ain't gonna end up as a journal, no matter the start. This is more like a heads up for any of you reading it, just to state that this is gonna get hectic and a pain to read, probably.
Good luck and good hunting!
