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In the sun

Published September 16, 2011 by Dorothy

dine-in theatre!

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


Everyday, it’s-a getting closer

Published May 24, 2011 by Dorothy
ha'penny bridge

5 days stop in Ireland before heading for the big smoke!

Time to go apply for my visa at the Embassy!

21h30 : I turned off the light, went to bed,early because I had to catch the 5.30 train the next morning; but I couldn’t sleep so early in the evening. Maybe music would help ? I turned on my Ipod and tried to relax and go to sleep.

 22h00 :  Music:not efficient at all. Maybe a nightcap would help? I got up and poured myself a little something. Well, if I was to be completely honest, it was more a nightbucket than a nightcap ^^ (but anyway it didn’t put me to sleep).

23h00 : Decided to log on facebook and play “Burst the Bubble with Mister Raccoon-the Challenge”. No point staying in bed when you can’t sleep, right? But I kept missing all the bubbles, due to nightcap abuse, so I quit.

00h00 : Two episodes of Glee.

1h59 : “Janey mack it’s laaaate! Two hours and one minute left to sleep. Okay I’m definitely sleeping this instant”

2h45 : Dozed off at last!

4h00 : Rose and shone. Actually no, I wasn’t shining so much, but I did rise.

8h20 : Arrived at the metro station near the embassy. Fortunately, the Embassy was easy to find; there were loads of fences around it, and even more guards than at the Paul McCartney concert I went to at the Stade de France; so I spotted it from miles away. I was early so I headed for the Champs Elysées to get myself some coffee . Now, I forgot how big Paris was; the Champs Elysées were close enough to the embassy but they are 597254865 kilometers long, and it took me 30 minutes to get to the first opened food joint (Quick, the French McDonald’s) I could find. Got in there pronto,and walked to the counter while looking at my watch; I had now approximately 25 minutes to eat and then I’d have to walk back to Embassy. Luckily, the place was empty.

9h10 : Young fella at the counter exceptionally unenthusiastic and not in a hurry at all to serve customers.

“Bonjour, what would you like?” he yawned, utterly bored. “would you like our special brunch?”

“Er, what’s in the special brunch?”

he scratched his head and pointed to a big poster that said special brunch was like bagels,eggs, rashers,yoghurt, orange juice, coffee, pancakes, saussies,beans, and about everything you could think of having for brekkie was in there. Janey,I thought, there must be a million calories in that breakfast and I don’t have time; and also I thought if the young fella had to prepare and bring me all of that he’d pass out from exhaustion, so I just ordered a bagel and coffee.

“K” he said and then proceeded to type that on his register. He yawned again as  thrust money at him, counting down time till I had to go back. Then he asked me to wait on the side because the bagel was being warmed and stood at the register till a couple more customers came in.

“Oh, I forgot to tell the kitchen for your bagel!” he said when he saw me still waiting on the side.”I’ll go in a minute after I’m finished with that broken dispenser. Only you have to wait 8 minutes now.”

 “Get a bleedin move on!I haven’t got all day to wait for the likes of you!” I felt like saying but that would have been really rude of me so instead I said I was rather in a hurry could I please have it as quick as possible? He sighed and nodded, then left the broken straw dispenser he was trying to fix on the counter and slowly headed for the kitchen. Janey that joint isn’t called quick for nothing, I thought to myself.

When I finally got my bagel I had to shove it in my mouth and leave pronto.

10h00 : Met another guy who is going on the 7th of June too. We were controlled by policemen before we had reached the door of the embassy, and then one more time at the entrance. It was impressive; we had to empty our pockets and take off our belts, and go through a metal detector like in the airport. The guard said something I didn’t understand pointing at me so I thought he meant I had to take off my coat. so he could see I wasn’t hiding anything under it. But then when he saw me taking it off he waved his hand.

“Madam! Please do not remove all your clothing.” he pointed at the belt of my trench. Just the ceinture.”

I also had to get rid of my coke zero (no liquids, like on the plane) and my croissant au beurre ( I wonder about that “no croissant au beurre in the premises” policy, it’s a little surprising?) but eventually we arrived in the waiting room. I was called at a desk; the employee was a jolly man who joked around about my photos;he took my fingerprints like in the movies (really cool) and I had to answer a few questions about the job I was going to do, how long it was going to last and if I intended on coming back home after that. I think they are concerned about people not wanting to go home and staying illegally. But I said yes definitely unless Mark Wahlberg proposes to me in which case I would definitely move to LA, I planned to come back. The employee chuckled, looking reassured that wasn’t about to happen, and said okay no problem then 😀

I had to wait for a second round of questions with a second employee, and that was over in a tick: she said I’d receive my visa soon. I’d waited about two hours (not too long, because I had someone to chat with) and now it was done! yaaaaaay!

12h00 : Met one more guy who is going away the same day as us. We decided to have lunch together at the closest chipper. Which meant, the bleedin Quick fellas again 🙂 but they were very efficient this time around, on the midday rush.

14h00 : Bid farewell to two guys. Both seem nice enough. had time in my hands before the train going back to Nantes arrived so I went to see “Water for Elephants”.

16h30 : Waiting for train. Good thing I’d thought to bring Jack Kerouac novel with me.

20h00 : Phew! home at last! ah bring on the nightcap, I need it again 😀

Stay tuned!


Where Is My Mind

Published April 26, 2011 by Dorothy

cliffs of Moher

These days are busy days and I am thankful for that. Being very busy means less time to thinkthinkthink and frankly my overactive brain does need the break.

There’s that time, in your life, when you’re so eager to grow up. You count your steps up to adulthood: how many centimeters taller since last year, how many baby teeth you’ve lost, how adult your once shapeless body is turning. And then, when eventually there’s no countdowns left and you are fully grown, you realize. You’ve been so busy climbing, haven’t you when youth was on your side; and now you’re on top you’re going to tumble down the slippery slope of growing old.

And there’s that time, like today, when you are like at a crossroads and you feel you don’t have time to hesitate and wander your way through life anymore.You see, this is the exact moment when “what you could be” is turning into “what you’ve become”. Time to make definite choices. Stressful times for me altogether.

Anyways on a happier note 😀

a) I’m now halfway through the visa process

 b) I’ve discovered I’ll be allowed TWO suitcases on the plane PLUS hand luggage that weighs 18 kgs which, (if you happen to know me you will know why), is the best news ever 😀 .I mean, seriously, most of these companies allow you only 30 kilos or something. How can I, with just 30 kgs allowed, bring a decent selection of novels, DVD’s, party dresses,musical instruments, clothes for warm weather, clothes for cold weather? (ok, it’s going to be tropical climate but you never know do you? I mean, I saw on telly that it snowed in Africa, once. I bet that time tourists regretted that they didn’t pack their jumpers.ha.). I’ve never been on a AA plane but it’s already my fave company.

c) I’m coming up with a satisfying plot for the novel. I am still working it out though, because it’s sort of complex. I had to draw a little timeline to remind myself what happens and why  because I keep getting lost in all the terrific twist of my future page turner. I’m like but why did Brenda’s mammy got squished by the dragon before Brenda was born, was that a clever twist in the story or was I drunk when I wrote or what? And also, one day, I came up with a super good enigma to spice up my plot, I was so happy with meself and all!problem, though : I forgot the answer to the enigma and now, despite hours of thinking about it I can’t decipher my own mystery!What an eejit. Some Agatha Christie in the making, arent’t I!

d) Thor and Country Strong will be in cinemas soon 🙂 and I am hoping to see Hesher too

Anyways, the pixies for ye

Have a nice day!


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