Something to write about

Not really. You know how last time I wrote, last year, talking about how shitty life was, how fucking depressing and miserable and bleak and horrible and pointless and fucked up and horrible and generally negative things were? And how I hoped the next year would be better and things would bloody well have to rapidly improve and I was looking forward to the change of arbirtrary bla bla bla... no I didnt really say that because I wasnt expecting any of that, but the first bit yeah. Well, it's still like the first bit. 2018 sucks. I don't have a lot of hope for that changing very soon. Sorry to be a downer, but one value's one's honesty. Actually that's a lie, I just want to spread the misery. Take that people with relatively alright lives if you look at it in a certain way.

Things should be less like this.

It's so hard to do something simple. well, not something simple but something that should be simple.. perhaps not simple necessarily but.. well should not exist. Like.. I'm happy with training, learning, getting better at something but to have to call up someone to get a piece of paper who may or may not sort it out for you and who knows how long it'll take so you can even so much as start the process of getting something else which you need to get a bunch of other stuff for which you also need the initial thing for just to even go and do the thing you're (not yet what's the point, but will be) training for.. well. It sucks. I mean.. All I want to do is work for an honest day's pay.. and they won't let me! Well.. if I do all this stuff..

Oh and people should get back to you about stuff. Even just one person out of 5 that you email.. seriously, if you're one of 5 people or business or whatever someone has recently emailed about a job or an offer.. reply to them, ok, cos maybe none of the others did and it sucks when no one does.

It was a nice day today though..

And it continues.

The cold remains. And when I say cold, I mean unusual once in a.. I dunno, decade, century kind of cold.. at least stretches that go on for this long. I was hoping it'd be calmed down by now, but it's still below -10°C at the warmest part of day... on the warmest of these days, and by my next 3 hour tour, it plans to still be this cold.

I thought last winter sucked, there were many days like this, and nights like the one I'll have on Tuesday, but they were individual anomalies amongst a group of more normal days.. sorta... this is like.. too fucking much.

And it still hasn't snowed. Not properly anyway.

*grumbles, whines and moans*

JMG!

Yeah yeah, blah blah blah, 2012, new year.. whatever. Despite all the excitement of a new number to put after the 20, it's still the month of fucking January. Yes, the JMG campaign is back on... 28 days left of this shit, and I've already had enough!

So.. have a few hours after midnight of watching some fireworks, enjoying the spectacle, dancing a bit though they did have a really big stretch of totally sucky music at the 80s and 90s party.. after midnight of course, strike number 1 I guess that was.

The next day I woke up with a terrible pain in my neck, couldn't turn my head and couldn't move at all without hurting.. fortunately, someone covered my tour that night, so this particular strike wasn't as bad as it could have been, but still.

Was better yesterday, though it still hurt and I did work last night, thought it went ok, and it was relatively warm, and I was underground for this tour so I didn't think I was out in the cold too much, but still, after I got home I started to feel a tickle in my throat. I hoped it wouldn't lead to a full on sore throat, which leads to a general cold/flu, 4 or 5 days of coughing, sniffling, sneezing and feeling generally shit but after a night of not sleeping in which is got progressively worse, I got up with a really sore throat. And I have to work tonight, and it's a late tour, and it's outside in the Old Town, and it's colder again today.

Jan Must Go.

It's always something.

It's the stupid little things that bother me... computer stuff, can't put a certain program on the comp due to, I dunno, not understand how easy ti really is.. other computer stuff. People coming here and hanging around all day, who I've numerous times tried to explain that I really do need time to do stuff, on my own and every time he takes his sweet ass time hanging around and I seem annoyed he gets pissy and asks why and I either leave it or have to explain the whole thing which I've already gone through, yet again..

there's other stuff. Very small things, nothing worth worrying about, nothing to fill the emptiness which is leaving me with too much time to think and get annoyed by everything. I had one nice bit of news some time last week, and that evening I was kinda elated, and since then everything's been kind of, well not bad, but kind of nothing, with little annoying things... theatre people acting as though I'm.. well not anything really not even noticing me, electricity dying, computer stuff, finally seeing my headshots took a few months ago and looking utterly dreadful in them and realizing that yeah, I must really look like that.. people stuff.. other stuff that's too small to mention.

Hopefully I'll get out of this whatever it is. It's really too pathetic to even talk about, and here I am writing about it. Oh well.

Yeah I'm grumbling about

I give you 3 out of 10.. today..

I had an average day to put it in the mildest possible way. Started when I woke up, turned on a light, which went out after half a second, taking everything else with it. Including the computer which you can imagine was particularly vexing. So, due misunderstandings, assumptions and just plain stupidi er.. naivety, I was sitting here without any electricity, for some hours.

I had an appointment today as well, and of course I didn't write down the details last night, stupidly thinking I'd be able to check my email in the morning, but I got the relevant info from someone on the phone and figured I should go, despite the fact that our hot water heater is electric.. and I did spend some time trying to find the map book which I haven't been consulting very much recently due to.. you know, usually having electricity and being able to get directions online. It was as if I was receiving all these signs to not go or something..

I went. It was to the wrong location first, this place has 2 and as I didn't get the address from my email but someone else looked it up, I didn't know which one I was supposed to go to, but he directed me to the other one and I went there. Some dude was standing there and made it known in a very casual way that he was the one I was there to see. I went over and after a few vague questions got me to demonstrate how I'd give people directions, with a map, at this point I knew very little about the job, important stuff like hours and pay, even though I'd asked for these details in an email, but I performed for him. Didn't do too good, in fact as soon as I realized he wanted someone who can like, give directions halfway well I knew this wasn't going to work out, but I did it. This went on for a few minutes before he stopped me abruptly and said, that's all. Didn't even get a chance to find out that actually.. this shitty job doesn't pay well enough, and is beneath me, so I will not be performing your monkey tricks for you..

Wasn't too impressed with that. Came home, and everything was still off.. we thought it had maybe been turned off because the latest bill had been paid kinda late.. so I just sat there, soon after the sun went down, so I just laid down for a bit, it was fucking cold. Finally, I found out it wasn't the company, so I went upstairs and this dude up there went to the outside fuse box and flipped a switch and it all came back on. It was a bittersweet moment, yes, it was back, but it could have been back oh so many hours ago..

That's pretty much it.

Ok Google.. what all this about?

I don't know if it's just me, but my google search pages have recently been coming up all.. messy. The first couple, indeed the ones that you usually notice most, the equivalent of eye height in the supermarket, the entries that you see.. in short, are all some kind of sponsored links, based on my area..

I don't like it. It looks messy and well.. I'd like THE MOST RELEVANT AND USEFUL LINKS TO BE THE ONES THAT COME UP FIRST THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

I mean, yeah, it's a free service and they gotta make money but.. this sucks. I do not approve and would like for this travesty to be rectified asap, imho.

Get on it Google!

I don't really have anything to say.

I suppose I should just leave it then.

I hate going by more than a few days (whatever that means exactly) without writing. This is why I'm writing about not really having anything to write.

Sad isn't it?

*smirks at title of previous post*

Well shit. Yesterday was Cooley's birthday, and International Talk Like a Pirate day and what did I do? Well.. nothing. I felt fucking sick.. and you know the really fucked up thing about it? I hadn't even been drinking.. well, I had a few beers on Sunday night but, it wasn't that.

I think it was something I ate, and I know exactly what, later on, after having been called in for a tour, I felt a little bit strange in the tummy, but nothing too drastic.. well, no tour, as it was raining and it is our least popular tour, so I met Erik at this sports bar, hung out, had 2 beers.. and went home.. well we gorged on some chips and guacamole.. but I don't think it was that.

Well. yesterday I was ok when I woke up, well, mostly ok, feeling a little odd but nothing big, and I was all ready to go get Cooley some birthday goodies, and do a whole bunch of pirate stuff.. *take a few dorky photos, is about all, nothing to exciting* but some time in the afternoon, I started feeling crummy, really really crummy, and I spent the rest of the day just lying around. Fortunately I didn't have a tour.

Well anyway, that sucked.

I bet Vaclav didn't have to deal with this!

So, the demon was exorcised.. the other day.. after an evening when they came in and fiddled around, which didn't achieve much except for make water run into the flat downstairs, they came back, did something else and after that everything went smoothly.

For about a day. And then, it came back. Yes, in the classic tradition of all horror tales, the demon returned. And right in time for the weekend. Of course, here we have people who actually help or rather try to help when something goes wrong, and we've already had the fixit dudes from the building in here, as well as the woman downstairs who just walked in while they were here.. which rather irked me to be perfectly honest.. and they half did something, with a date to come back and finish it tomorrow.

So.. we're left without access to some rather important facilities for the night, and again tomorrow, at some time our peace will be interrupted, as the cat is frazzled all over again.. while the dudes do whatever they do to make this place workable for another day or two.

I'm not going to hold my breath that this will fix the problem once and for all, the plumbing hasn't been changed since at least 1918.. which is the latest possible date that the building was finished.. being the date that Vaclav Talich, the composer moved in.. so, you know, that might be a reason for certain things. I bet if he lived in the flat they'd get it fixed properly already.. *grumbles and stuff*

Apart from that, having a nice weekend..

Ok it's getting old.

This demon is pissing me off. Haven't showered since.. er, the other day and will only be able to get myself basically clean before setting off to work tonight, which will set off a whole new mess in the bath, leaving it all fucked up, or me with a whole lot more work to get it halfway manageable for when the plumber/exorcist comes this evening. I know it shouldn't matter, it's his job to wade through gunk, but still... don't want to let it go too bad.

It's always fucking something, if the water isn't running at all then we're locked out of the toilet or.. um, other stuff that happened at the other flat. It's getting old, tired, I can do without any dramas of this sort for a while. I mean how are people supposed to live like this? Well?

Coming out of the pipes..

Demon
Originally uploaded by Ms Kat.

It's been a weird few days. Well.. Friday was all set to be quite awesome, despite the continued silence of the phone, re me being in any more films anyway, did get some calls from another source regarding work but... more on that later.. so, Friday night I had off, and the opportunity to see a show which I missed in it's first run, a play by some fellow (I like to believe I'm in the same category even if it's a stretch) English speaking actors in Prague.. so.. cool.

Morning not so hot.. got woken by a rather annoyed just out of shower dude asking me to buy some drain cleaner at some point.. thought the problem couldn't be that bad, yesterday there wasn't any problem at all.

Well.. when I went to shower, the fucking thing filled up like crazy right away.. weird, out of nowhere. And the toilet wouldn't flush. So.. I figured I'd go out, buy the stuff and shower properly later.

Well anyway, lest this story get way longer than it needs to, got back, poured the stuff down and it really didn't make much difference.. and the water I poured in just stayed hanging around, and then later it started coming out of the drain.. like, all this gunk and crap rose up into the bath..

I somehow figured that it was connected to the kitchen sink.. and the toilet is somehow involved which is not a nice thought.. and it still wouldn't flush properly.. also not a nice thought sorry to bring it up hope you weren't just about to have lunch :/

well.. I battled with this thing all day.. shoved my hand into the gunk in the bath, tried to clear it.. of course now there was drain cleaner in the mix so my hands started to sting.. eventually it wen t down.. and I managed to clean the place a bit. Then I washed my hands in the sink and it all bubbled up again..

well fuck. So.. I managed to get it all down again, and clean up, sorta... and it was possibly to quickly shower in semi-gunky waster up to my ankles before going out to this show n schmooze I'd been looking forward to somewhat clean.

And that was fine.. we went early, got a beer, drained it.. a slightly less popular brand called Demon.. fittingly.. and we quickly downed a second, had some dinner, and got another one just before the show began.

Well.. one of us felt a bit ill during the show and had to go immediately after.. just had too much to drink too quick.. and I stayed, drank.. and talked and acted stupid and drank more and stayed...

got home pretty late, or early if you put it that way which I don't because I hate when people say that. If you go home about 5am then it's still late.. just because it's early for the next day doesn't mean you're not getting home late.. but whatev.

Yesterday I felt the demons.. and said demons, or other demons were still in our pipes. It's like there's a trifecta or tri something of demon possession between these three things in the pipes. We've been, or rather he's been fucking around with it for 2 days.. and it still won't flush and the bath still gets clogged up in 5 seconds. Just gotta get a plumber to do it.

And I felt like crap, most of the day.. and regarding the phone calls I did get, that was me agreeing to work on Saturday night.. so.. about 6 I had to get my stinking ass.. well I managed to wash in just above ankle gunky water again.. to go to work. No tour though luckily.. and I was feeling much better by then.

Demons still in the pipes though.

Not much change.

So my ankle's still fucked up. Don't know if it's that bad but it's something that should last a while.. and I can't get anyone to cover my shift tonight, not a surprise because I'm doing a tour that only 2 other people do...

grrr.. this sucks. It can't be good for me.

It's always something..

There I was, yesterday morning, leisurely getting up at whatever time I dann well wanted, which as pretty early come to think of it but that's not important, without a single scheduled lug up the stairs, have myself a coffee, mess around on the internet.. decide I'm a bit thirsty so I go to pour some water and...

NO BLOODY WATER COMES OUT!

Kept trying.. but nothing, after an hour, tried, but nothihng. Suddenly I was really really thirsty. Fun.

A real fun fucking day... it will go down on the annals of history as the (about 4 or 5 hours out of) day there was no water in (some parts of) Vršovice and possibly Vinohrady.

And I don't mean something piddly like no hot water, I mean no water running at all! No way to make another coffee, to have a drink of water, or even rinse an apple or anything! And of course I was thirsty, needed a shower and didn't have any food that could be consumed without being boiled. Yes, that bad. It was so bad I had to go downstairs to the pub, where they were keeping afloat by bringing in water from a truck outside.

So then I came back and it was on.. um.. ok so it doesn't seem all that traumatic now. Still.. I didn't really need it at the time.

I was doing just fine.. really I was.

I had a quite enjoyable night last night.. after very typical for me stint of waiting and walking around the block a bit, and going into places looking for people feeling foolish. Talked, drank beer and.. well that's it really.

Today is quite warm and pleasant, the comp refused to come back to life but in these times I really don't care. I really really don't. Well I care a little, not as much as I would if like.. things weren't as good as they are otherwise..

Well whaddaya know..

THINGS AREN'T AS GOOD AS THEY ARE OTHERWISE!!!!

I mean.. I don't know. There might be a delay. Again. I don't know if or when or what because his phone's dead, and my computer's dead so the chances of us happening to be online at the same time is slim.

Grrr. Fuck. And jesus isn't this typical? Absolulutely typical.

I'm just a wee bit peeved with this all.

Today we reach a milestone.

Well I do, kind of. As of now my entire first page of emails has the date(numerals) month(abbreviated word) format, ie.. 27 Jan. No more 22/12/09 uglifying the page.

Well it's something.

Ok it's pretty much nothing. I've got to get out more.

A bit of something

I apologize for yesterday. That was pathetic, even for me.. *slaps self*.

So today I'm going to give.. I'm going all out with presenting something creative.. though I'm going to preemptively ward off/welcome any criticism by saying that this is deliberately bad, because I'm so cool and all that, you see.

Here's some bad poetry, about how I'm feeling today. If it goes well I might make it a regular thing.

My bad poem about how I feel.

Nothing.

It's my companion. It is me.

I sit. I exist. I think. I exist. I think. I sit. Sometimes I stand and even walk. I exist I sit I stand I think.

I exist.

Whatever.

the end.

Remember it's supposed to be bad :)

With this post..

I beat my own record for posts in one month. I'm at 41 as of publishing this, which I haven't yet, but by the time you (there's that you singular again, and yes, I still think I'm being ambitious) read this it will be. The only month that comes anywhere near is some month of some year ages ago, it's on the side, look it up if you care.. no idea why I had so many posts that month as the next closest is like 26 or something. This month it's no mystery, I've made a point of posting often, at least once every day and more than once more than one day. So I'm up to 41 and it's still 4 days until the last day of the month, which I'm counting down to for more than one reason. Actually there is only one reason but that doesn't have anything to do with what I'm writing about now.

It's easy to push your post count up quickly if you just post shit like this you know :)

Dammit!

Totally forgot to write for more than a week! Shit. And I thought I'd made it really easy for myself. Oh well.. what was my Tuesday thing again.. fuck, who cares.

So.. not a whole lot going on, I went to Kutna Hora last weekend, I already mentioned that, but now I have some photos to show for it.. saw all the gruesome bones and all that. Since then I've done the usual... not much, I think I already said that.

Oh well.. here are some bones.

Random, or not really random 10, just because it's Friday

#1. I broke my lamp.
#2. Washing machine doesn't work.
#3. I didn't end up doing any of the things I intended on doing this week.
#4. #3 is a lie, I did clean and mop my flat, which is when I spilt the gunky water all over the rug, and it was also the evening I broke the lamp.
#5. I think my computer is about to die.
#6. It hasn't snowed since about 3 weeks ago.
#7. I got very drunk one night and pissed off someone so badly it looks like they're not talking to me anymore.
#8. Since that night someone who hangs around here has stayed permanently drunk.
#9. There is NO #9.
#10. I have nothing better to write than this drivel.

Ok so most of it hasn't really got much to do with today, Friday, but none of it has anything much to do with anything, so who cares.