The imminent evil of Austrian office workers
What would life be like if it weren't a roller coaster? An emotional roller coaster that is.
Yesterday I was so excited to finally get my internet back and buy REAL food. No more ramen and my weird soup concoctions. Finally I'd be able to talk to Chris.
It was rainy. I was still happy.
It was cold. Still excited.
It was a dead day. The anxiety remained.
Then, the inevitable slap in the face.
I've failed regardless of the much effort I gave to succeed.
Ok,
So it's not so bad. No internet only means I have to find other means of entertaining myself on the dead weekends, which I've already figured out. Or does it?
It means,
I can't talk to Chris. That's the problem.
I had such a bad feeling in my stomach once the lady at the lab told me that they only sell the software to TU students. I had to have a student email account. And even if I were a student and bought the cd, they only have German copies. So that would mean that I would ultimately have to reinstall everything on my computer. The file on the german version is different, so I can't just plug it in where it needs to go.
That feeling then moved to my fists when I thought about the incompetent computer office in my dorm and seeing that idiot's face and his cocky expression he wears on his face. Makes me want to yank his hair when he had it off his head.
The lier.
All because of them I've been nearly too months without talking to Chris. They're fault for corrupting the file and they're fault for lying to me. If they had told me that I had to be a student at the TU in the first place to get the software, then I would have asked my dad to send my copy as soon as he could and I could have had internet a long time ago.
If I ask him now, I wouldn't get it for another week or more. No need paying for a whole month when I would only use it for the week. So the earliest I could get internet is next month.
I don't know how much longer I can wait.
I don't know how much longer he can wait.
In almost a month we'll be together for a year. Five months out of that we will have been away from each other. Two months without hardly talking, only myspace messaging.
Now, I laugh. It's funny. But the kind of funny that when you laugh, you get that rolling feeling in your stomach. At the time I could have vomitted. All over them, that would have been my revenge.
Fucking bastards.
Now that the drop in the roller coaster is over, where is my emotional up? It better be coming.
Yesterday I was so excited to finally get my internet back and buy REAL food. No more ramen and my weird soup concoctions. Finally I'd be able to talk to Chris.
It was rainy. I was still happy.
It was cold. Still excited.
It was a dead day. The anxiety remained.
Then, the inevitable slap in the face.
I've failed regardless of the much effort I gave to succeed.
Ok,
So it's not so bad. No internet only means I have to find other means of entertaining myself on the dead weekends, which I've already figured out. Or does it?
It means,
I can't talk to Chris. That's the problem.
I had such a bad feeling in my stomach once the lady at the lab told me that they only sell the software to TU students. I had to have a student email account. And even if I were a student and bought the cd, they only have German copies. So that would mean that I would ultimately have to reinstall everything on my computer. The file on the german version is different, so I can't just plug it in where it needs to go.
That feeling then moved to my fists when I thought about the incompetent computer office in my dorm and seeing that idiot's face and his cocky expression he wears on his face. Makes me want to yank his hair when he had it off his head.
The lier.
All because of them I've been nearly too months without talking to Chris. They're fault for corrupting the file and they're fault for lying to me. If they had told me that I had to be a student at the TU in the first place to get the software, then I would have asked my dad to send my copy as soon as he could and I could have had internet a long time ago.
If I ask him now, I wouldn't get it for another week or more. No need paying for a whole month when I would only use it for the week. So the earliest I could get internet is next month.
I don't know how much longer I can wait.
I don't know how much longer he can wait.
In almost a month we'll be together for a year. Five months out of that we will have been away from each other. Two months without hardly talking, only myspace messaging.
Now, I laugh. It's funny. But the kind of funny that when you laugh, you get that rolling feeling in your stomach. At the time I could have vomitted. All over them, that would have been my revenge.
Fucking bastards.
Now that the drop in the roller coaster is over, where is my emotional up? It better be coming.