MY DAY SO FAR- FRIFRI'S INNER BITCH COMES OUT TO PLAY
There are days which are "sort- all- the- important- stuff- out" kind of days. I hate these days since they generally involve phone ques, stress eating candy, being transferred between different departments and then, by the end of the day, hardly anything was accomplished anyway. This has been my life for the past couple of days.
Day 1: laying in bed knowing that I have to sort all the important stuff out. Cannot handle the pressure. Panic- eat candy.
Day 2: Start the Days of Horror by going to the dentist. Have a new dentist. She tries to talk to me while she's working in my mouth. (WHYwhyWHY do they ALWAYS do that?) She says "oh right, you cannot answer. Because I'm working in your mouth. "Wafcsckmlmls." "Mm I agree." The nurse is new and cannot manage the suck- thing that's supposed to pick up your saliva and almost strangles me with it. Then miss my teeth when she's polishing my teeth. I get toothpaste all over my face. She laughs, picks up a towel and smear it all out, together with my lipstick, so that it looks even worse. Get toothpaste on my clothes.
Bitch- level: 1. Slightly uncomfortable. Slightly annoyed. Smell of toothpaste.
Call CSN (Swedish Student Boarder for Student Aid.) They don't at all understand why I'd need to have a loan to cover the tuition fees for my Masters Programme. Plus they've never heard of a bar exam, LPC or what that would be good for. Also they question whether these are really courses, maybe I've misunderstood it and really it's a job instead? Probably not since it's, well, an education, rather known and in fact I also need it if I'd ever wanna practice in Sweden some day (ironic since in Sweden there's no such thing as a bar exam. Oh well.) After I've talked to four people I give up, thinking that my life is over. Also, I can't find my dry shampoo and start crying.
Bitch- level: 2. The Drama- Queen Stage.
Day 1: laying in bed knowing that I have to sort all the important stuff out. Cannot handle the pressure. Panic- eat candy.
Day 2: Start the Days of Horror by going to the dentist. Have a new dentist. She tries to talk to me while she's working in my mouth. (WHYwhyWHY do they ALWAYS do that?) She says "oh right, you cannot answer. Because I'm working in your mouth. "Wafcsckmlmls." "Mm I agree." The nurse is new and cannot manage the suck- thing that's supposed to pick up your saliva and almost strangles me with it. Then miss my teeth when she's polishing my teeth. I get toothpaste all over my face. She laughs, picks up a towel and smear it all out, together with my lipstick, so that it looks even worse. Get toothpaste on my clothes.
Bitch- level: 1. Slightly uncomfortable. Slightly annoyed. Smell of toothpaste.
Call CSN (Swedish Student Boarder for Student Aid.) They don't at all understand why I'd need to have a loan to cover the tuition fees for my Masters Programme. Plus they've never heard of a bar exam, LPC or what that would be good for. Also they question whether these are really courses, maybe I've misunderstood it and really it's a job instead? Probably not since it's, well, an education, rather known and in fact I also need it if I'd ever wanna practice in Sweden some day (ironic since in Sweden there's no such thing as a bar exam. Oh well.) After I've talked to four people I give up, thinking that my life is over. Also, I can't find my dry shampoo and start crying.
Bitch- level: 2. The Drama- Queen Stage.
Good prospect of finding a good flat with the girls. Money must be transferred ASAP. Competing against another group of people who want the same flat. Have to go to the bank. The Bank= The Horror. My adviser is the Man Bimbo (apparently they don't just work at estate agencies). He doesn't want to help me since I can make the transaction online. I explain that I'm aware of this fact, do that frequently but don't want to do it online, and that since I have other things I want help with he might as well make the transaction as I'm here and as he's getting paid. Man bimbo refuses. Naturally I end up needing help doing it online. Man bimbo starts sweating. Man bimbo blames his computer. I blame the Man Bimbo's tiny brain. End up spending 17 minutes in a phone que to my English bank, and they actually manage to help me out. (First time that's happened, HSBC!) Get angry looks from old people for taking up all of the Male Bimbo's time, and refusing to wait in line for the third time. My personal opinion is that the old people have all day to stand in line, while I have other things to do.
Bitch- level: 3. Pissed off. Cramp in shoulders. Feel a very strong hate towards Man- bimbos.
Bitch- level: 3. Pissed off. Cramp in shoulders. Feel a very strong hate towards Man- bimbos.
Half an hour later: Try to reach my old agency to get my deposit back. Talk to another Man- bimbo who doesn't know anything. But he THINKS he knows EVERYTHING. (The most annoying kind.) Claims that he hasn't received the closing statement for my water bill. Know it was sent 5 weeks ago. AND 4 weeks ago. Understand that the man bimbo has no idea of what he's doing what so ever. Call Thames Water. Phone que for 30 mins.
One hour later: turns out that the other group of people got the flat. How can this happen? AGAIN? What's wrong with the world? Why me? Why us? Plus, the man bimbo's argument that it'd be cheaper and quicker to do the transaction online proves to have been a lie. In fact, the express transaction cost me £40 instead of £30. And it's still going to take at least 2 days. At least.
FML.
Bitch- level: 4,5. Migraine. Voices in my head. Empty bank account. Must have chocolate or possibly a new pair of shoes.
One hour later: turns out that the other group of people got the flat. How can this happen? AGAIN? What's wrong with the world? Why me? Why us? Plus, the man bimbo's argument that it'd be cheaper and quicker to do the transaction online proves to have been a lie. In fact, the express transaction cost me £40 instead of £30. And it's still going to take at least 2 days. At least.
FML.
Bitch- level: 4,5. Migraine. Voices in my head. Empty bank account. Must have chocolate or possibly a new pair of shoes.
There's still time to get to stage five today. I shall keep you posted. As for now, I have to return to my phone- ques.
Kommentarer
Postat av: Clara
Hahaha.. sorry, man ska inte skratta.. Så sluta genast upp med att vara så roligt.. och snygg :P
Oj, nu lär det komma ett inlägg om "Jag hatar människor (läs: Clara)som använder en massa punkter!!", men de bjuder jag på :)
Funny, funny, funny!
Postat av: Niclas
är Male Bimbo
"Nej tyvärr, det är helt omöjligt."
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