Since the last time I wrote, I :
- Called in sick. I started feeling weird in the middle of a training (was trainer drinks) and an afternoon rush. Decided to wait and see.
Waited and started to see stars dancing in front of my eyes, and had to ask manager for a break. Manager sent me home after threatening to get paramedics; I vehemently refused: I very much dislike hospitals and medical care centers, and anything that looks even remotely like a doctor.(Well, except McDreamy and McSteamy. But you know what I mean).
Manager was concerned I wouldn’t make it home but I’d rather crawl home than be driven home in a paramedics van with all the creepy smells and machines and the men asking embarrassing questions. “What have you had for brekkie ?” (twizzlers and a Twinkie, with a dash of coke zero) “and do you do sports?” (watching the pretty NFL players on TV, it’s the closest to doing sports I get these days; now that I have to take a year long break from dancing.) “and when have you last had a general check up?” (mmm all I can remember about my last check up at the doctor’s is that mommy took me. And I was wearing Little Mermaid undies. Oh and the doctor gave me those awesome multicolored sweets… I guess it’s been a while). I got home, and The next morning when I woke up, I was still feeling dizzy and weird, so I called the day a day before the day begun and phoned work to say I wasn’t coming.
- had a bizarro nightmare: I went straight back to bed after I phoned work and fell fast asleep very fast.
My mind continued the story by itself, I dreamt it was the next morning and I was going to work; and as soon as I arrived I heard Princess Sara screaming his head off in the kitchen just as loud as he did in the dinosaur ride in Animal Kingdom. But when I got to the kitchen, Smily Emmy blocked the way. “He’s in despair because he didn’t get the message that you called in sick yesterday” she said in her southern voice. Next Marshall kicked me out of the Bakery yelling that I was “as dumb as a fucking hermit crab” for not calling in sick, even though I promised him I did call. Woke up in a panic. Took me a good five minutes to realise neither Emmy nor Marshall nor Princess Sara were here. How obsessed with work am I?? Am thinking about seeking professional help.
- moved apartments: moved from my apartment with six flatmates to another one where we are only two. So great.
I now have a huge balcony and added privacy. Transporting all my stuff from one flat to the other was the hardest part: my old flat and the new one are at the two opposite extremities of the residence.
I have so much things, when I only came with two cases! I suspect stuff multiplies by itself. But then again, I also suspected that money disintegrated by itself in my wallet; there might be a correlation here, I wonder? The thing is, I never notice myself buying stuff, and I always feel that I don’t have enough! Must investigate matter of utmost importance befor bankruptcy occurs.
Anyway, it took me the whole afternoon to go back and forth with bags and suitcases, then towards the end, when I was getting out of the old flat with the last of my things…
“What are you doing exactly?” two boys that work in the French restaurant were getting in some supercool Mustang and eyeing me quizzically.
I replied (trying to pull the door shut with my foot whilst carrying my smelly shoes in a Victoria’s Secret bag, Barb’s bag that I was supposed to give back to her 587514587452 years ago full of books, and two suitcases filled with food) :
“Erm…I’m moving out!”
Then they offered to drop me off at the new apartment; I would have cried with gratitude. Actually, moving homes in a Mustang is pretty cool…Who needs poxy moving vans ? they are so last year 🙂
- passed DATA (Drug, Alcohol and Traffic Awareness) exam: If you want to get a local driver’s license, you have to first have a 4 hrs DATA course and pass the exam, then a traffic laws exam, and then the driver’s license.
I doesn’t take long at all, and it’ll be great to have it. Basically the course aims at getting some sense into you if you’re some eejit who drives like Vin Diesel. It also points out all the risks of driving under the influence, and what alcohol does to your body anyway. I read it all with the greatest interest while taking swigs of my scotch and coke. I passed the exam with almost no mistakes!
- discovered dine in cinema: Do you like watching films on your recliner, while having a snack? Then dine in cinema is for you!
Supersoft leather seats that recline, a table in front of you loaded with the most delightful american food! we went to see “Crazy stupid love” with Calimero, we loved it! watching Ryan Gosling’s abs while drinking ice cool coke zero and having cuppy cakes, the three coolest things ever at once! I am not going back to France, sad country deprived of dine in cinemas, I’m sasking for residency here 😀 What do you mean, that’s no valid reason to ask for a green card?
stay tuned!! mxx