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Fountain
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- Jun 9, 2002
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For the third day in a row, I've been to work with a heavy cold. I only have half of my regular voice strength, which makes it hard to talk to people without going near them - and the bastards keep running away from me because they know I'm sick! It's discrimination against sick people, I tell ya!
Come lunch break, I noticed that I was broke. I didn't even have enough money to buy a much-needed tampon. I swallowed my pride and called mum to ask for help. Asking your mother for financial help is a hard blow for your pride when you're close to 30, and even worse so if you have to do it in front of a lot of your coworkers because that's where the only public phone is!
Luckily (?), she wasn't home, so I had to go to the bank and fill in an application to withdraw 45:- SKR (about $6) from my account, leaving me with only 2:- SKR left. (The ATM won't give you anything smaller than a 100:-.) The middle aged lady behind the counter smiled at me and adviced me to eat porridge for the rest of the month. I told her I had to invest in oats first.
I went to McDonalds for lunch (the cheapest place in town) where almost all of my money disappeared. My coworkers, who didn't have to run to the bank prior to going to lunch, were already done and left early, leaving me sitting there alone.
As we were going home, who's driving the bus but the Pig - an obnoxious bus driver who's been acting like a jerk towards me since day one. He doesn't allow me to talk "loud", because "it disturbs the other passengers" - but apparently the other passangers are not disturbed by him turning up the volume of the radio, or talking God-knows-what-language with HIS friend! He's been rude all the time, and when I tried to ask him to turn the radio down because I couldn't hear what the girl next to me was saying, he said in a stuck-up voice that he only turned the radio up because he wasn't interested in hearing us talking! The passenger-story came muuuuuuuuuuch later.
Today, he tries putting on a grin and "explaining himself", and my coworker, the-rich-bimbo-who's-afraid-of-conflicts, almost hugged him, and assured him we understood how difficult it must be to drive a bus all day, listening to people babbling...
EXCUSE ME? What do you mean, "we"? I'd like to speak for myself, please..! I just gave him an icy look and didn't answer either of them. Only when I got off the bus did I inform him that even though my pal might be the forgiving kind, but I was going to report him to his boss. "You do that!" the jerk said.
I was in such a shitty mood that when a young girl stopped me and asked if I could buy cigarettes for her, please, I just snapped at her that at her age, she shouldn't smoke. (She was 15.) Then I turned around and walked away, without bothering to look behind me.
I get home, I call my best friend - she's busy on the other line because of the death of the mother of one of her sisters-in-law. I reach for the cat - she's not in a cuddly mood.
If I wasn't broke, I'd go out and buy me something to drink.
Come lunch break, I noticed that I was broke. I didn't even have enough money to buy a much-needed tampon. I swallowed my pride and called mum to ask for help. Asking your mother for financial help is a hard blow for your pride when you're close to 30, and even worse so if you have to do it in front of a lot of your coworkers because that's where the only public phone is!
Luckily (?), she wasn't home, so I had to go to the bank and fill in an application to withdraw 45:- SKR (about $6) from my account, leaving me with only 2:- SKR left. (The ATM won't give you anything smaller than a 100:-.) The middle aged lady behind the counter smiled at me and adviced me to eat porridge for the rest of the month. I told her I had to invest in oats first.
I went to McDonalds for lunch (the cheapest place in town) where almost all of my money disappeared. My coworkers, who didn't have to run to the bank prior to going to lunch, were already done and left early, leaving me sitting there alone.
As we were going home, who's driving the bus but the Pig - an obnoxious bus driver who's been acting like a jerk towards me since day one. He doesn't allow me to talk "loud", because "it disturbs the other passengers" - but apparently the other passangers are not disturbed by him turning up the volume of the radio, or talking God-knows-what-language with HIS friend! He's been rude all the time, and when I tried to ask him to turn the radio down because I couldn't hear what the girl next to me was saying, he said in a stuck-up voice that he only turned the radio up because he wasn't interested in hearing us talking! The passenger-story came muuuuuuuuuuch later.
Today, he tries putting on a grin and "explaining himself", and my coworker, the-rich-bimbo-who's-afraid-of-conflicts, almost hugged him, and assured him we understood how difficult it must be to drive a bus all day, listening to people babbling...
EXCUSE ME? What do you mean, "we"? I'd like to speak for myself, please..! I just gave him an icy look and didn't answer either of them. Only when I got off the bus did I inform him that even though my pal might be the forgiving kind, but I was going to report him to his boss. "You do that!" the jerk said.
I was in such a shitty mood that when a young girl stopped me and asked if I could buy cigarettes for her, please, I just snapped at her that at her age, she shouldn't smoke. (She was 15.) Then I turned around and walked away, without bothering to look behind me.
I get home, I call my best friend - she's busy on the other line because of the death of the mother of one of her sisters-in-law. I reach for the cat - she's not in a cuddly mood.
If I wasn't broke, I'd go out and buy me something to drink.
