A series of unfortunate events.

I will tell you about a few things that happened to me between December 30, 2004 and January 9, 2005, who convinced me that someone doesn't like me and is out to make my life as miserable as possible.

It all started on the thirtieth. Me and my sister are going to visit dear old dad when suddenly the car breaks down, it's a piece of shit car so I wasn't that surprised, and we had to wait at the side of the road for over an hour before dad shows up and can tow us back to his place. So far this isn't a big deal, although it will be a bit complicated getting to work and all, the real problems reared their ugly heads when I got back home on the 7'th (by bus this time).

I still live with my mother, who presently is on a vacation in Thailand with her husband and his family, so I would have the house all to myself until they get back on Thursday. Normally this would be sweet, but as I get home I realize that sometime when I was away the heating had failed, thus leaving the house freezing cold.

We have had some trouble with the heating recently so I wasn't completely unprepared, so I call a guy who knows about this shit and he has it fixed in around two hours, but it still turned out to be a VERY cold night.

The last couple of days I had felt a cold coming on, so the next morning when I got up to get ready for work I realize that my voice is completely gone, and when you're working in telemarketing this can be a huge problem. An hour and two cups of coffee later it still hurts to speak, so I call in sick and go back to bed, a couple of hours later I was in for the next shock. The evening before I had noticed a weird odor in the fridge while I was getting a snack, I had attributed it to the moldy cheddar dip I had found in the back, but I soon realized that I had been completely wrong.

Apparently the fridge and the freezer had both broken down to, and now that the heat was back on things had started to defrost very rapidly. As I scramble to save what I can, with half melted ice-cream and stuff dripping everywhere, I find myself thinking abut "Murphy's Law", basically it means that everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

At this point I was about to start breaking things but I figured that it would just make things worse, so I called some friends and cooked us some Thai food. We spent the rest of the evening in the sauna, drinking beer and exchanging sob stories, and then we vent down to The Vault and had some more drinks.

The next day I was awakened by the phone, my cousin was checking up on me.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked.

"Easy boy, I just wanted to make sure you got home ok, so how are we feeling?"

"Pretty good actually, my throat still hurts but if it gets any better I can get back to work today. I'll give it a couple of hours and we'll see how it looks, I don't have to start until 13:00 anyway."

He just laughed at me "Dude, its 13:20 already."

"Damn it all to hell." I muttered, "I guess I'll be sick today to."


Anyway, it's Monday today and I feel a lot better, so I'll get back to work tomorrow unless something else goes wrong. The folks get back in a couple of days and I can't wait to turn this problem over to them, I can't handle all this shit any more.

Maybe I can crash at my cousin's place until they fix the fridge at least; I'll have to ask him later.

/Shade of life
January 10, 2005
Boden, Sweden
BGM: Sentenced – Excuse me While I Kill Myself (great song).