Weird days in Los Angeles
Today was a weird day. My first weird one since I’ve been in L.A. Some days, everything goes wrong. And I mean every single detail. And today of all days was it.
I am no longer under my boss, I’m back under the director. Now he has to get back to speed on everything I have done so far to figure out what it is that I am doing. He hopes to do that tonight. Good luck!
I have also learned that the research period was over, we’re moving on with the event. I’m going to start doing this thing, and I feel quite confident about it since I have never researched an event that much in my life. I know more about the topic than I do about my own life, that says it all.
But then I got home, I got drunk, I dropped my beer on my new General Electric phone and now it is broken. I’ll bring it back to Best Buy tomorrow or the next day, pretending I don’t know why this phone does not work.
And then I dropped my beer and my glass of water on my computers. Don’t ask me how I managed that, it was a weird day. Almost destroyed both my computers in one night (destroyed one actually), and both my phones. I hate it when it happens, it would not have been the first time. I was so enraged, I almost destroyed everything there was in my studio.
Losing my phone prompted me to call somewhere. But then, having a stupid T-Mobile phone, none of my cards from any of the three countries they are from, could add stupid credits on it either online or on the phone. So I went out, completely drunk, to try to buy credits for that mobile phone.
My Seven Eleven was shut! At 9h43 pm! For god’s sake! Most Seven Eleven are now 24h! Not mine apparently, they close before 11h pm. So I had to go two miles away, to another Seven Eleven.
Over there, an Indian guy. But this one is not your average Indian guy, he’s from Hounslow in England. The very place I come from. He also has a T-Mobile phone from the UK and he’s not happy about it. I knew there was a reason why I had to go four miles return, to go to that lost Seven Eleven on the other side of the 101.
So we talked, I asked him what he was doing here, he appeared lost, so in the end I said: big mistake coming here, wasn’t it? He said yes. Just what I needed to hear, on this weird day! Thank god there was that Californian woman in the queue. She asked me how long I had been here. I said one month, and still wondering if it was a mistake. And she said: Los Angeles is a great city, you will love it here. And now I wonder if you need to be born in the valley to affirm something like that.
Everyone else I meet who’s not from here, truly wonder why they are here and regret coming here in the first place. And that Indian guy, probably does not have any dream to succeed in Hollywood in the film industry. So why did he come here in the first place? Just because he watched too many movies and he thought he would find some sort of freedom here? Working in a Seven Eleven? What a misery.
And then I thought, gosh, I wish I was working in a Seven Eleven alone at night. Reminds me of my long days at Heathrow Airport working at WHSmith. They have so little stock, and sell so little, I would fill all these shelves in a minute. And then just watch the clock until I can find my new found freedom again. No need to think, just count the minutes. It would be great!
These days are over. Now I am dealing with bureaucracy and social hierarchy. The psychology of it anyway. No time to think about work, that’s for sure. Just the misery of having to answer to bosses and justify myself at every single second of the day.
And I must be very drunk to talk like this in my blog. But hey, are you reading blogs to get the truth or what? Otherwise watch the news, it’s filled with all the lies you will ever need, to feel comfy in your little home filled with stuff bought in Sears. Just don’t admit to any of it. Especially the channel you watch the news from. In America, I hear, it means a lot. Are you watching Fox? Then this is not the news, I hear, it is fiction. Oh well, who cares? Not me, that’s for sure.
I’m so drunk now! I’m sure it would not sit well with the DMV of California. The whatever Motor Vehicle thingy. For which I have to pass the test tomorrow, and I have not revised for the test. I don’t care to fail again, a seventh time, over three countries, over a 20 year period.
I have three driving licenses! Which one do you need? Which insurance policy? Whatever else? I don’t care anymore. I’m fed up with all this and your zero tolerance for just about everything that is worth it in this miserable existence. Get a life! And leave me alone!
Apparently the UK passed a new law this week, I can now marry Stephen legally. Shame it came too late. Shame that it will now cause a lot of trouble. Unless we are married, they will not give us any of the rights we have been used to without being married. Shame. It’s too late anyway, I pressed the self destruct button a long time ago. Was it not inevitable? The minute I decided to move here in L.A.? That’s what I think anyway. I hope to still be wrong.
I just finished my White Zinfadel huge bottle of rosé wine from California. It is almost midnight. I guess I should go to bed. But I don’t feel like it. It is one of these nights where, if I had a gun (and it is legal here so I might just buy one) I would not see the sunshine the next day.
What a shame it would be not to see the sunshine the next day, since the South Californian sunshine is so nice, even on a 8th of December. The thing is, you can only fully appreciate it if you are a lost cause and don’t need to work for a living, for whatever reason. It is not my case, so to hell the Californian sunshine! It won’t help me with my conference which is not going anywhere anytime soon. Dear me…
They’ve hired a real Management Consultant at work this week, he starts next Monday. I guess this is a clear message to me: I’m the fake one. I’m only a Management Consultant by title, by law, for immigration purposes. Not a real one, silly me. How could have I thought otherwise? Was it not evident from the start? I guess these things need to be spelt out. Can’t believe I’m thinking about that now, that’s just too much. I’m going to bed…
God I’m lost. Not only because I am in a strange country, in a strange city… I’m just completely lost. What I am doing here? Why I am still here on this planet? I wish I could end it all tonight. I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired…
I am no longer under my boss, I’m back under the director. Now he has to get back to speed on everything I have done so far to figure out what it is that I am doing. He hopes to do that tonight. Good luck!
I have also learned that the research period was over, we’re moving on with the event. I’m going to start doing this thing, and I feel quite confident about it since I have never researched an event that much in my life. I know more about the topic than I do about my own life, that says it all.
But then I got home, I got drunk, I dropped my beer on my new General Electric phone and now it is broken. I’ll bring it back to Best Buy tomorrow or the next day, pretending I don’t know why this phone does not work.
And then I dropped my beer and my glass of water on my computers. Don’t ask me how I managed that, it was a weird day. Almost destroyed both my computers in one night (destroyed one actually), and both my phones. I hate it when it happens, it would not have been the first time. I was so enraged, I almost destroyed everything there was in my studio.
Losing my phone prompted me to call somewhere. But then, having a stupid T-Mobile phone, none of my cards from any of the three countries they are from, could add stupid credits on it either online or on the phone. So I went out, completely drunk, to try to buy credits for that mobile phone.
My Seven Eleven was shut! At 9h43 pm! For god’s sake! Most Seven Eleven are now 24h! Not mine apparently, they close before 11h pm. So I had to go two miles away, to another Seven Eleven.
Over there, an Indian guy. But this one is not your average Indian guy, he’s from Hounslow in England. The very place I come from. He also has a T-Mobile phone from the UK and he’s not happy about it. I knew there was a reason why I had to go four miles return, to go to that lost Seven Eleven on the other side of the 101.
So we talked, I asked him what he was doing here, he appeared lost, so in the end I said: big mistake coming here, wasn’t it? He said yes. Just what I needed to hear, on this weird day! Thank god there was that Californian woman in the queue. She asked me how long I had been here. I said one month, and still wondering if it was a mistake. And she said: Los Angeles is a great city, you will love it here. And now I wonder if you need to be born in the valley to affirm something like that.
Everyone else I meet who’s not from here, truly wonder why they are here and regret coming here in the first place. And that Indian guy, probably does not have any dream to succeed in Hollywood in the film industry. So why did he come here in the first place? Just because he watched too many movies and he thought he would find some sort of freedom here? Working in a Seven Eleven? What a misery.
And then I thought, gosh, I wish I was working in a Seven Eleven alone at night. Reminds me of my long days at Heathrow Airport working at WHSmith. They have so little stock, and sell so little, I would fill all these shelves in a minute. And then just watch the clock until I can find my new found freedom again. No need to think, just count the minutes. It would be great!
These days are over. Now I am dealing with bureaucracy and social hierarchy. The psychology of it anyway. No time to think about work, that’s for sure. Just the misery of having to answer to bosses and justify myself at every single second of the day.
And I must be very drunk to talk like this in my blog. But hey, are you reading blogs to get the truth or what? Otherwise watch the news, it’s filled with all the lies you will ever need, to feel comfy in your little home filled with stuff bought in Sears. Just don’t admit to any of it. Especially the channel you watch the news from. In America, I hear, it means a lot. Are you watching Fox? Then this is not the news, I hear, it is fiction. Oh well, who cares? Not me, that’s for sure.
I’m so drunk now! I’m sure it would not sit well with the DMV of California. The whatever Motor Vehicle thingy. For which I have to pass the test tomorrow, and I have not revised for the test. I don’t care to fail again, a seventh time, over three countries, over a 20 year period.
I have three driving licenses! Which one do you need? Which insurance policy? Whatever else? I don’t care anymore. I’m fed up with all this and your zero tolerance for just about everything that is worth it in this miserable existence. Get a life! And leave me alone!
Apparently the UK passed a new law this week, I can now marry Stephen legally. Shame it came too late. Shame that it will now cause a lot of trouble. Unless we are married, they will not give us any of the rights we have been used to without being married. Shame. It’s too late anyway, I pressed the self destruct button a long time ago. Was it not inevitable? The minute I decided to move here in L.A.? That’s what I think anyway. I hope to still be wrong.
I just finished my White Zinfadel huge bottle of rosé wine from California. It is almost midnight. I guess I should go to bed. But I don’t feel like it. It is one of these nights where, if I had a gun (and it is legal here so I might just buy one) I would not see the sunshine the next day.
What a shame it would be not to see the sunshine the next day, since the South Californian sunshine is so nice, even on a 8th of December. The thing is, you can only fully appreciate it if you are a lost cause and don’t need to work for a living, for whatever reason. It is not my case, so to hell the Californian sunshine! It won’t help me with my conference which is not going anywhere anytime soon. Dear me…
They’ve hired a real Management Consultant at work this week, he starts next Monday. I guess this is a clear message to me: I’m the fake one. I’m only a Management Consultant by title, by law, for immigration purposes. Not a real one, silly me. How could have I thought otherwise? Was it not evident from the start? I guess these things need to be spelt out. Can’t believe I’m thinking about that now, that’s just too much. I’m going to bed…
God I’m lost. Not only because I am in a strange country, in a strange city… I’m just completely lost. What I am doing here? Why I am still here on this planet? I wish I could end it all tonight. I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired…
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