The week of the Crash
This week has been so exhausting I almost feel I´ve crashed. It could be it all started on Tuesday when we saw "Crash" - but it could have started to happen even before "Crash"... Anyway, as I already wrote, Nissan P. got stolen - and found! It had been abandoned on a school yard the morning after it was stolen, and only slightly wrecked... (I know I don´t own that car anymore, but I still care ;-) I mean, I had it for a long time, and now that it´s ventured out into the world on its own, it seems to be getting itself into trouble... isn´t it normal for me to be worried?)
During the week I kept working too many hours every day - mostly because I wasted so much time on weird things - like reading blogs [but there´s some good news here: I´m beginning to get bored by all those blogs now , so maybe it´t time to find some other way to waste my time... ]. I also kept drinking wine until too late in the night with the other "left behind wife" in the neighbourhood - but not too many nights this week, now that I think of it...
On Thursday night, when I finally got my shit, and this week´s program, together and was driving through a deserted town [rather erratically, I fear, since I was putting on my seatbelt and trying to find a CD at the same time as I tried to keep the wheel steady...], I didn´t get more than a few blocks closer to home before I saw flashing blue lights behind me - and having the movie "Crash" in fresh memory, I quickly pulled over so they wouldn´t feel obliged to shoot me or something... Not that I believe that the Finnish Police would do such a thing, but on the other hand, why risk it? Maybe I looked like somebody who could have been on her way to steal another Nissan...
Two men came over and asked me where I was going.
"Home from work", I said - truthfully.
"And what kind of work is that?!" one of them asked.
And of course it was an absolutely valid question at 1.15 A.M in a smalltown, now that I think of it. But for some reason I felt guilty, and started to explain all kinds of things...
"Ok, ok, but would you please blow into this tube..." they said, wanting to find out if I had been drinking.
I had not. And they wished me a nice ride home, or whatever. I don´t really remember. But it´s weird that I actually felt frightened for a few moments there, when I saw the blue lights flashing, and I realized they were chasing me (not too hard to understand, since there was nobody else in the streets at that late hour, a normal lousy Thrusday...)
At some point, during this exhausting, but not at all boring, week the CD/DVD at home decided to crash. Or at least it stopped functioning. Now there´s one more thing on my 3 km long "to do"-list that needs to be taken care of - and quickly, because now that I have the house all to myself, I mostly spend my time upstairs, at the computer - and I could, in theory, chose exactly the music I want to listen to at any given moment, since nobody´s "interfering"... But still I can´t! Or at least my election is extremely limited - I can listen to the radio, or to my old vinyls... (and for how many days am I supposed to endure that?) Shit. I really hate it when these super complicated appliances start behaving strangely, because my experience, so far, is you never get it fixed properly. At lesst that´s what has happened to all the other systems we´ve experienced so far, since we live in this house. I don´t know what to believe... Do we just have an incredible bad luck, and we just happen to buy music systems that are crap? Or is there nothing else on sale out there...? I mean, how would I know?
Anyway - I just hate it! Because I have no clue what to do to fix it, and I hate even the thought of having to disconnect all those cables and things from that box and take it somewhere to be fixed (that is, probably not fixed...) In case you ask why I get so upset by this.... well - because it´s so fucking frustrating not to be able to listen to music, that´s why. And no, I can´t listen downstairs all the time, since the computer is here. And I just don´t need another thing to take care of right now...
On Friday I did something that was really quite a sacrifice for me... But maybe I did it because I´m just too kind? Of course, nobody would think fo me as "kind"- it sort of goes against my image... ;-)
Anyway - this Melodirazzian thing on Friday was actually so weird it was fun - in it´s own perverse way. But the person (J.) who was the reason me and the other "abandoned housewife" went to this strange event in the first place, ended up as the biggest loser of all participants in this song writing competition. [I´d almost consider that a good thing, though...]
On Saturday it was all work until 4 P.M - but after that both the song writer and me went to a party - that lasted longer than a normal work day...
Which is why I´m exhausted right now, after a shorter work day, but still too little sleep, too much to do - and for the second time in a month I woke up to find only sour milk in the fridge. That´s just so frustrating!!
And the cats? Well - no more shitting in the closet, at least. And Liffi has accepted me as his primary caretaker, it seems, which means I often wake up too early, thinking my head is about to reach the boiling point... That cat is incredibly warm when he drapes his little body around the top of my head.
What else have I done?
I´ve applied for a job that I have very few chances of getting.
I´ve spoken for a long time with Nines, who was "al borde de un ataque de nervios". I´ve never heard her that upset and angry and tired, and - maybe "disillusioned" is the right word here?
I´ve also tried to speak French - without much success, I fear, since my old French knowledge is so mixed up with my Spanish...
I´ve actually been enjoying myself a lot. But...
I still have problems handling this "left behind"-existence, that has been my life for the last month. On Wednesday I go to Stockholm for a week - something I´m really looking forward to - but I have to admit that this whole situation is exhausting, somehow. I have to think forward, make plans many weeks in advance, try to be extra efficient in what I do in order to be able to take a week off... I´m not used to it, and it´s getting at me now.
Have to wash some clothes now, so they will be dry by Wednesday. Have to buy cans of cat food that will last for 8 days. Have to get my prescription medicines renewed before I go... etc etc.
[shit. I´m falling asleep as I write...]
During the week I kept working too many hours every day - mostly because I wasted so much time on weird things - like reading blogs [but there´s some good news here: I´m beginning to get bored by all those blogs now , so maybe it´t time to find some other way to waste my time... ]. I also kept drinking wine until too late in the night with the other "left behind wife" in the neighbourhood - but not too many nights this week, now that I think of it...
On Thursday night, when I finally got my shit, and this week´s program, together and was driving through a deserted town [rather erratically, I fear, since I was putting on my seatbelt and trying to find a CD at the same time as I tried to keep the wheel steady...], I didn´t get more than a few blocks closer to home before I saw flashing blue lights behind me - and having the movie "Crash" in fresh memory, I quickly pulled over so they wouldn´t feel obliged to shoot me or something... Not that I believe that the Finnish Police would do such a thing, but on the other hand, why risk it? Maybe I looked like somebody who could have been on her way to steal another Nissan...
Two men came over and asked me where I was going.
"Home from work", I said - truthfully.
"And what kind of work is that?!" one of them asked.
And of course it was an absolutely valid question at 1.15 A.M in a smalltown, now that I think of it. But for some reason I felt guilty, and started to explain all kinds of things...
"Ok, ok, but would you please blow into this tube..." they said, wanting to find out if I had been drinking.
I had not. And they wished me a nice ride home, or whatever. I don´t really remember. But it´s weird that I actually felt frightened for a few moments there, when I saw the blue lights flashing, and I realized they were chasing me (not too hard to understand, since there was nobody else in the streets at that late hour, a normal lousy Thrusday...)
At some point, during this exhausting, but not at all boring, week the CD/DVD at home decided to crash. Or at least it stopped functioning. Now there´s one more thing on my 3 km long "to do"-list that needs to be taken care of - and quickly, because now that I have the house all to myself, I mostly spend my time upstairs, at the computer - and I could, in theory, chose exactly the music I want to listen to at any given moment, since nobody´s "interfering"... But still I can´t! Or at least my election is extremely limited - I can listen to the radio, or to my old vinyls... (and for how many days am I supposed to endure that?) Shit. I really hate it when these super complicated appliances start behaving strangely, because my experience, so far, is you never get it fixed properly. At lesst that´s what has happened to all the other systems we´ve experienced so far, since we live in this house. I don´t know what to believe... Do we just have an incredible bad luck, and we just happen to buy music systems that are crap? Or is there nothing else on sale out there...? I mean, how would I know?
Anyway - I just hate it! Because I have no clue what to do to fix it, and I hate even the thought of having to disconnect all those cables and things from that box and take it somewhere to be fixed (that is, probably not fixed...) In case you ask why I get so upset by this.... well - because it´s so fucking frustrating not to be able to listen to music, that´s why. And no, I can´t listen downstairs all the time, since the computer is here. And I just don´t need another thing to take care of right now...
On Friday I did something that was really quite a sacrifice for me... But maybe I did it because I´m just too kind? Of course, nobody would think fo me as "kind"- it sort of goes against my image... ;-)
Anyway - this Melodirazzian thing on Friday was actually so weird it was fun - in it´s own perverse way. But the person (J.) who was the reason me and the other "abandoned housewife" went to this strange event in the first place, ended up as the biggest loser of all participants in this song writing competition. [I´d almost consider that a good thing, though...]
On Saturday it was all work until 4 P.M - but after that both the song writer and me went to a party - that lasted longer than a normal work day...
Which is why I´m exhausted right now, after a shorter work day, but still too little sleep, too much to do - and for the second time in a month I woke up to find only sour milk in the fridge. That´s just so frustrating!!
And the cats? Well - no more shitting in the closet, at least. And Liffi has accepted me as his primary caretaker, it seems, which means I often wake up too early, thinking my head is about to reach the boiling point... That cat is incredibly warm when he drapes his little body around the top of my head.
What else have I done?
I´ve applied for a job that I have very few chances of getting.
I´ve spoken for a long time with Nines, who was "al borde de un ataque de nervios". I´ve never heard her that upset and angry and tired, and - maybe "disillusioned" is the right word here?
I´ve also tried to speak French - without much success, I fear, since my old French knowledge is so mixed up with my Spanish...
I´ve actually been enjoying myself a lot. But...
I still have problems handling this "left behind"-existence, that has been my life for the last month. On Wednesday I go to Stockholm for a week - something I´m really looking forward to - but I have to admit that this whole situation is exhausting, somehow. I have to think forward, make plans many weeks in advance, try to be extra efficient in what I do in order to be able to take a week off... I´m not used to it, and it´s getting at me now.
Have to wash some clothes now, so they will be dry by Wednesday. Have to buy cans of cat food that will last for 8 days. Have to get my prescription medicines renewed before I go... etc etc.
[shit. I´m falling asleep as I write...]
posted by grumpyoldbitch | 9:18 PM
1 Comments:
You have GOT to be shitting me! On thursday, the day of your post, I GOT PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE!!!!!! I was driving home from work at ten at night, saw lights flashing behind me but didn't get at first that they were flashing at me! When they turned the siren on I was like huh? Is it me they mean? What the hell did they say at driving school, when do they want me to pull over? Then I saw that they were signalling to the right so I pulled over.
I was SO nervous, racking my brain to remember if I had run a red light or something. They asked for my registration thingy, couldn't find it at first, was freaking out. Found it, luckily. I got to do the alcotest too (first time for me!), and then they told me that I had absolutely NO tail-lights. My front lights worked just fine, but at the back I didn't even have breaklights. BAD, that's dangerous. I'm glad they let me drive home. Now that is the end for that car... Bye bye Jacques. And today (wednesday) our new Chevy Prism arrived from the US! HURRAH!
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