Keeping track on financies, watch on wrist and busting one's body
Today I decided to check my financial state from ATM. I was appalled - it was less than 10 Euros and the next payday is on the 31st... gaaaah. I really should not have bought that one bra, after all. Although I needed a new one skin-toned one for summer months... damn-damn.
So much for busting, then.
Aside from busting one's behind for cleaner rooms - I have dragged off 3 big bagfuls of stuff during the same number of weeks. Not much of a difference but I am trying.
Hence my anger when after cleaning out the front hall for a sudden visit of a friendess of my mother the same woman kept Skype'ng me how she wanted to come over and drag stuff away to garbage. Agreed, she has valid points about hoarding but fuck you, who believe in touch of God and talk about DNA mutations for ascending before this year is over. If you wanted to be a friend, ask first, if she could do something and then check out where the recycling containers of the district are! And if she had looked closely, all the packaging side of recycling IS out. The ones remaining are a) clothes (cannot be recycled without washing, which poses a problem as my mother is afraid of the washing machine apparently); b) dad's technical doo-hickeys, most already obsolete due to techno-evolution, and b) books.... All I want rather recycle than just throw away. *headdesking* Yes, we need help, but not for throwing stuff away but moving the said stuff to the places that take it back. You cannot dump a dead TV by the trash can on the street, you get fined!
Ok, but on a funnier note - during the last Saturday of April my old wrist watch stopped at 6.05 A dead battery I concluded and took it to a shop on Monday (I am used to having a wrist watch, I can check my mobile but it is a drag to find it from my bag all the time). The guy in the shop opens the watch up and sighs. It has run its course since the capsule protecting the clockwork had not been airtight enough and the thin dust had eaten at the base of the hands. So there was no point of putting in a new battery.
Went home, moaned abou the loss. Dad offered his old watch, also stopped but waterproof. One problem - his watch had metal chain as the strap and I wanted something else since it was too wide for me and I did not wish to shorten the strap. Back to the shop I went.
Got a new leather strap, a new battery and the chain back and was happy.
For a week.
Then my dad had an eye doctor app and after coming back he was miffed since he could not see the time from his mobile. "But," he claimed, "I remember that I have another watch almost identical to the one you are wearing." Meh? "I found it while I was working at the school. Beside the garbage bin."
He searched and even found the watch. Strapless, a glass a bit scratched but yes, the same company and the similarly black-faced with waterproof stamped on it. Slightly smaller in diameter but that I liked.
So... I went back to the same shop the third time. The guy and all the other workers (they make engravings there as well) already smirked. "Could you please see if this one works and if so, could you put the leather strap on it and the metal chain back to the old one?"
With chuckles they did but I really felt like a moron running back and forth to the repair shop. But I do have a servicable watch now, and it has the glow in the dark spots, too!
So much for busting, then.
Aside from busting one's behind for cleaner rooms - I have dragged off 3 big bagfuls of stuff during the same number of weeks. Not much of a difference but I am trying.
Hence my anger when after cleaning out the front hall for a sudden visit of a friendess of my mother the same woman kept Skype'ng me how she wanted to come over and drag stuff away to garbage. Agreed, she has valid points about hoarding but fuck you, who believe in touch of God and talk about DNA mutations for ascending before this year is over. If you wanted to be a friend, ask first, if she could do something and then check out where the recycling containers of the district are! And if she had looked closely, all the packaging side of recycling IS out. The ones remaining are a) clothes (cannot be recycled without washing, which poses a problem as my mother is afraid of the washing machine apparently); b) dad's technical doo-hickeys, most already obsolete due to techno-evolution, and b) books.... All I want rather recycle than just throw away. *headdesking* Yes, we need help, but not for throwing stuff away but moving the said stuff to the places that take it back. You cannot dump a dead TV by the trash can on the street, you get fined!
Ok, but on a funnier note - during the last Saturday of April my old wrist watch stopped at 6.05 A dead battery I concluded and took it to a shop on Monday (I am used to having a wrist watch, I can check my mobile but it is a drag to find it from my bag all the time). The guy in the shop opens the watch up and sighs. It has run its course since the capsule protecting the clockwork had not been airtight enough and the thin dust had eaten at the base of the hands. So there was no point of putting in a new battery.
Went home, moaned abou the loss. Dad offered his old watch, also stopped but waterproof. One problem - his watch had metal chain as the strap and I wanted something else since it was too wide for me and I did not wish to shorten the strap. Back to the shop I went.
Got a new leather strap, a new battery and the chain back and was happy.
For a week.
Then my dad had an eye doctor app and after coming back he was miffed since he could not see the time from his mobile. "But," he claimed, "I remember that I have another watch almost identical to the one you are wearing." Meh? "I found it while I was working at the school. Beside the garbage bin."
He searched and even found the watch. Strapless, a glass a bit scratched but yes, the same company and the similarly black-faced with waterproof stamped on it. Slightly smaller in diameter but that I liked.
So... I went back to the same shop the third time. The guy and all the other workers (they make engravings there as well) already smirked. "Could you please see if this one works and if so, could you put the leather strap on it and the metal chain back to the old one?"
With chuckles they did but I really felt like a moron running back and forth to the repair shop. But I do have a servicable watch now, and it has the glow in the dark spots, too!