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One normal day at work in Netherlands
Again, walking alone on a small street with dark corners and frightening shadows. The water is flowing on my left side and old buildings passing beside my right side. Someone is laughing. This laugh haunts me. For a few seconds I have the impression that is the voice of Catalin. No, no way. this is impossible! I’m sure it’s Jack The Ripper. This neighbourhood looks exactly like in that movie. Or book. I’m getting scared. The street is going down now, almost becoming a mountain. Me in top of it. It gives me the impression that I’m a giant, growing bigger and bigger but i still feel like a butterfly. My weight goes lighter and lighter. Soon i will start flying. In front of me there is this strange dark - pink river. I want to fly over it but suddenly a midget grabs my leg (I’m still huge) and starts to shake it. Something is ringing. And i hear that voice again:
- Wake up man! Time to go to work! … Catalin said.
Fuck! It’s 7 o’clock and i must wake up. Note to myself: never smoke so much weed when i should go to work the next day.
Of-course, i miss the bus from 7:24 so, I’m starting to smoke a little bit. Feels better than coffee. During the trip to the office i get asleep. The driver wakes me up. I wake Catalin. We both look like junkies. Business ones.
We enter the office, we shake hands with the colleagues and with the boss too. The last one looks to us and with a very weird face throws this words:
- Why we shake hands? Is that a common thing in Romania?
Bewildered, i reply:
- Yes (probably because we are much more friendly and manly… i say in my mind).
I sit down and take a look around. 60% of the people are black. No, I’m not a racist but i feel like working on a slave plantation. Even if I’m not doing anything at work. Yet. Anyway, I’m starting to buzz again Catalin to let me send some e-mails from his account (i don’t have one yet… fucking bureaucracy). After one hour he finishes his tasks for today so we start to mock all the colleagues in our native language. We realise that the word “pula” is the funniest ever.
10:00 AM, time to go on a training with the black Swiss guy. 40 years old and still kisses everyone’s ass. My opinion, if at this age you are at this level then go back to the stone age. I find a place next to him near the trainer. Actually I’m quite behind him, the black dude. If i want, i can draw on his nape but this won’t be as funny as the fact that a white bug walks freely on his head. It’s like seeing people in black&white 
. Another bug, this time black, walks on his shoulder. Starting to think if he ever heard about soaps in his life. Maybe not. Five minutes after the training started my eyes are closing. At least nobody is seeing me while I take a short nap. After a few seconds i wake up wondering why the time goes by so slow. I decided to take a look at the clock: 11:56. Good Lord! That was fast! The trainer finishes his mambo jambo course. Time to go to lunch. This time i will listen to my boss’s advice: “Cristian, please take at least one hour lunch break, to relax”.
14:30, I came back in the office but I’m not feeling quite ok. Since i moved to The Netherlands I started to shit at least twice a day. Therefore i go to the toilet to solve my natural problems. It’s good that I have my Sony PSP with me… 2 hours on the “throne” and that damn goddess didn’t died. I hate this game. And i also finally took the dump. Now all of my problems are uploaded on the server WC. After wiping my ass I decide to get up. No way man… no chance. I’m paralyzed! Fucking shit, too much time spent on the toilet. Soon i recover… 90% and going straight to the office where I’m telling everyone that I was on some self training here in the building.
I take a look around and see that everybody has this bored look. They’re all rubbing the mint. So why not me too? At least for half an hour, after that I’m going home, too much work for today.
Again sleeping in the bus. I wake up with my face stuck to the window and the sun burning it. After 2 damn weeks of continuous rain the fucking sun decides that this is the right moment to burn. Anyway, arrived home, i grab some beer from the fridge, 2 beers, no, make it 3… what was i saying? Oh yeah, after those beers i decided to write this post.
Cheers!
July 28th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Someone can’t finish GoW ? *whistles*
August 6th, 2008 at 11:15 pm
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