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Last night at Gonzales was okayish. I got to clean the bar yay! Downer was that I had some trouble with my back – again. Just those tiny moves that cause a sharp stud of pain in my spine. Uncontrollably, sometimes I flinched and yelped softly. Unexpected pain.
When I was home at two, I was glad to see the chickening women of Janneke's bachelorette's party had left and weren't back yet. I can't see why a bachelor party or bachelorrette party should be fun. But then again, I'm not planning on getting married any time soon. It’s not like I'm giving up the rest of my fun parties and nights on the town and wild adventures because I'm devoting my life to breeding more christian kiddies for the Mass Evangelisation Act about to begin in this town.[/cynism]
I made myself some bread and then quickly went to sleep after setting my alarm. On one hand I cursed myself for taking that job that's so far away and starts at seven am. On the other hand I'm proud I didn't turn it down and that I'm making money which can keep me in college for another year.
After an unquiet night (first the bachelorettes came home, making a lot of noise and setting up their beds, then Sabine came home with two groupies, who at five am had to leave again, with a lot of loud laughter and music to go with them) my alarm went off at five-thirty. I opened one eye and remained 'asleep' until my cellphone started raping Für Elise in an attempt to wake me up. And up I got.
At six I was on my bike, Therion in my ears, a slice of bread in my hand, ready to find Lunteren. The ride was quiet, which was to be suspected, and long. I passed through Ederveen which is a tiny village with a christianity rate of 101%. (William, yes that can be compared to "the whole eightteen yards" but it actually is that bad). After another 15 minutes I arrived in Lunteren. The words "pretentious hell-hole" started to rise in my head, tasting like old vomit. But onwards my journey went, into the Lunterse Buurtbossen (neighbourhood forests – who thinks of such a name?). And I found the Werelt (and that's no spelling error – translation: "The Worlt").
I finally found my way in, and got stashed in the kitchen with a lot of Jetjes and Mariekes and Honeys. We grabbed gear and started working. First we cleaned two of the congressional halls, including vacuuming the floor. Then we had breakfast in the kitchen, and we went on to the rooms. We cleaned about fifty rooms, getting rid of the bedsheets, garbage, vacuuming the floor, opening the windows, scrubbing the showers and cleaning on top of the closets. And at half past ten, we had more coffee. Then we cleaned two other halls, and continued to the lobby. I've never vacuumed this much carpet in my life!
I arranged that I could go home at twelve (because tonight I'll be working at Gonzales again – in the kitchen thank the lord), and ate some fries in Ederveen.
Arriving home, the chickens were still there. Tocktock bla bla! "we thought you were still sleeping bla bla". Nag nag. Trudy asked me how she could play back the tape on her camera, and all she had to do is switch the thing to "play". But being as nice as I am, I helped her out, answered all questions and went to bed. I slept at a quarter to two.
Until people started screaming in the house, I woke up all sweaty. A shower later, here I am. I am grumpy as hell, have to work in two hours, and I'm sitting at Dubio in a room filled with airmatrasses and bedstuff.
Tonight I work until late, then I sleep a few more hours, and work from 7.30 till 15.00 hours at the Worlt again.
It feels a bit like work-sleep-work-sleep-work-sleep. I'm glad it's just three days in Lunteren. It is much farther away then I thought. I just really need the money. *smirk*
And I'm grumpy. Envious of those fortunate ones at the Summoning who get to run around in chainmail in this wonderful sunny weather and bash eachothers head in.
On the upper hand: I've bought much stuff at the Magma to make fun larp stuff. I'll be so pretty. Or hideous. Depends on what I'll be wearing. *smirk*
Ah, yes, 56 cents per hour, internet will cost me today. *grin* Internet Explorer just crashed. Only Internet Explorer. That's a first.
When I was home at two, I was glad to see the chickening women of Janneke's bachelorette's party had left and weren't back yet. I can't see why a bachelor party or bachelorrette party should be fun. But then again, I'm not planning on getting married any time soon. It’s not like I'm giving up the rest of my fun parties and nights on the town and wild adventures because I'm devoting my life to breeding more christian kiddies for the Mass Evangelisation Act about to begin in this town.[/cynism]
I made myself some bread and then quickly went to sleep after setting my alarm. On one hand I cursed myself for taking that job that's so far away and starts at seven am. On the other hand I'm proud I didn't turn it down and that I'm making money which can keep me in college for another year.
After an unquiet night (first the bachelorettes came home, making a lot of noise and setting up their beds, then Sabine came home with two groupies, who at five am had to leave again, with a lot of loud laughter and music to go with them) my alarm went off at five-thirty. I opened one eye and remained 'asleep' until my cellphone started raping Für Elise in an attempt to wake me up. And up I got.
At six I was on my bike, Therion in my ears, a slice of bread in my hand, ready to find Lunteren. The ride was quiet, which was to be suspected, and long. I passed through Ederveen which is a tiny village with a christianity rate of 101%. (William, yes that can be compared to "the whole eightteen yards" but it actually is that bad). After another 15 minutes I arrived in Lunteren. The words "pretentious hell-hole" started to rise in my head, tasting like old vomit. But onwards my journey went, into the Lunterse Buurtbossen (neighbourhood forests – who thinks of such a name?). And I found the Werelt (and that's no spelling error – translation: "The Worlt").
I finally found my way in, and got stashed in the kitchen with a lot of Jetjes and Mariekes and Honeys. We grabbed gear and started working. First we cleaned two of the congressional halls, including vacuuming the floor. Then we had breakfast in the kitchen, and we went on to the rooms. We cleaned about fifty rooms, getting rid of the bedsheets, garbage, vacuuming the floor, opening the windows, scrubbing the showers and cleaning on top of the closets. And at half past ten, we had more coffee. Then we cleaned two other halls, and continued to the lobby. I've never vacuumed this much carpet in my life!
I arranged that I could go home at twelve (because tonight I'll be working at Gonzales again – in the kitchen thank the lord), and ate some fries in Ederveen.
Arriving home, the chickens were still there. Tocktock bla bla! "we thought you were still sleeping bla bla". Nag nag. Trudy asked me how she could play back the tape on her camera, and all she had to do is switch the thing to "play". But being as nice as I am, I helped her out, answered all questions and went to bed. I slept at a quarter to two.
Until people started screaming in the house, I woke up all sweaty. A shower later, here I am. I am grumpy as hell, have to work in two hours, and I'm sitting at Dubio in a room filled with airmatrasses and bedstuff.
Tonight I work until late, then I sleep a few more hours, and work from 7.30 till 15.00 hours at the Worlt again.
It feels a bit like work-sleep-work-sleep-work-sleep. I'm glad it's just three days in Lunteren. It is much farther away then I thought. I just really need the money. *smirk*
And I'm grumpy. Envious of those fortunate ones at the Summoning who get to run around in chainmail in this wonderful sunny weather and bash eachothers head in.
On the upper hand: I've bought much stuff at the Magma to make fun larp stuff. I'll be so pretty. Or hideous. Depends on what I'll be wearing. *smirk*
Ah, yes, 56 cents per hour, internet will cost me today. *grin* Internet Explorer just crashed. Only Internet Explorer. That's a first.
