home sweet home
UGH!
I hate being at home.
When I still had my job last year I mostly slept late and was working in the late shift in the afternoon and evening so I didn't notice what a bunch of annoying neighbours I have.
Now I'm home every day and have to hear how the guy in the flat above me is coughing like all his viscera wants desperately to get out of the body while the "happy young family" nextdoors is yelling at their child - again. While this stupid little brat is listening to this even more stupid song of some retarded farmer from the German version of Farmer wants a wife (why, oh why a SONG??? *headdesk*) - again and again. Last night I couldn't sleep cuz I couldn't get this fucking retarded song out of my head. I'm going crazy. I NEED A JOB!
Well, when everything is going fine I'll start my new job in April. I have the "yes" from my new employers since December and I'm counting the days when I get out of this flat and this fucking town. I hope I won't mess up in my new job (again) so that I can move at about the end of the year. Wish me luck.