Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Jeez.
God, Steff, that sounds scary. Am glad you checked it out. And all was well. But shitting.
And congrats on getting job. Does this mean you, me and Red-Haired Girl won't be able to have road-trip holiday? Disappointing, but congrats.
You applied at Supre? Shame on you.
And what else? Well, we had a lovely 5 star hotel two nights ago, but now we are in the shittest of shithotels that was ever shat. The beds weren't made. Nothing works. We have no TV, but meh. The hot water is....unreliable. The bathrooms aren't clean. The room isn't clean. The water is undrinkable, but that's not their fault, I guess. It's REALLY really noisy and the beds are uncomfortable and we're here for THREE nights.
And then it's on to the Peloponnese and the joy of a new hotel every night. I want to go back to Aghios Nikolaos and the Hermes Hotel!
I'm tired of travelling. I want to come home. And I'm tired of being disappointed.
First complaint , we missed out on a whole bunch of stuff cos of the fucking bus. Then, my big christmas, which was going to have HEAPS of people, dwindled to my family. Now, my little brother's not coming. Lots of people forgot my birthday. [But the Boy Next Door remembered. He was the only one of the guys.] I didn't really have a 21st. I know I was given the surprise one but it's not the same thing.
I'm just tired, I guess. And miserable. And lacking in vegetables. I WANT BROCCOLI. AND LETTUCE. AND ANYTHING BUT GODDAMN TOMATO AND CUCUMBER. I just want some normal food! And a bed I can sleep in. And sleep I can have, without the FUCKING party-ers staying up ALL FUCKING NIGHT and then being woken up at 5 FUCKING AM cos I was too cold and then again at FUCKING 6.30 by the FUCKING CONSTRUCTION WORKERS. What kind of construction worker starts at 6.30? I mean, FUCK. They're in the middle of the FUCKING HOTEL DISTRICT.
I'm cross. Can you tell?
Sigh. Oh, yeah, I mentioned to the Red-Haired Girl, that maybe we'd want to go out to dinner and do Christmas presents when I get back? Like maybe on the 23rd or something, so I can not have jet-lag.
Well, that's it. I hope you're over your fright, and your new job goes well!
And congrats on getting job. Does this mean you, me and Red-Haired Girl won't be able to have road-trip holiday? Disappointing, but congrats.
You applied at Supre? Shame on you.
And what else? Well, we had a lovely 5 star hotel two nights ago, but now we are in the shittest of shithotels that was ever shat. The beds weren't made. Nothing works. We have no TV, but meh. The hot water is....unreliable. The bathrooms aren't clean. The room isn't clean. The water is undrinkable, but that's not their fault, I guess. It's REALLY really noisy and the beds are uncomfortable and we're here for THREE nights.
And then it's on to the Peloponnese and the joy of a new hotel every night. I want to go back to Aghios Nikolaos and the Hermes Hotel!
I'm tired of travelling. I want to come home. And I'm tired of being disappointed.
First complaint , we missed out on a whole bunch of stuff cos of the fucking bus. Then, my big christmas, which was going to have HEAPS of people, dwindled to my family. Now, my little brother's not coming. Lots of people forgot my birthday. [But the Boy Next Door remembered. He was the only one of the guys.] I didn't really have a 21st. I know I was given the surprise one but it's not the same thing.
I'm just tired, I guess. And miserable. And lacking in vegetables. I WANT BROCCOLI. AND LETTUCE. AND ANYTHING BUT GODDAMN TOMATO AND CUCUMBER. I just want some normal food! And a bed I can sleep in. And sleep I can have, without the FUCKING party-ers staying up ALL FUCKING NIGHT and then being woken up at 5 FUCKING AM cos I was too cold and then again at FUCKING 6.30 by the FUCKING CONSTRUCTION WORKERS. What kind of construction worker starts at 6.30? I mean, FUCK. They're in the middle of the FUCKING HOTEL DISTRICT.
I'm cross. Can you tell?
Sigh. Oh, yeah, I mentioned to the Red-Haired Girl, that maybe we'd want to go out to dinner and do Christmas presents when I get back? Like maybe on the 23rd or something, so I can not have jet-lag.
Well, that's it. I hope you're over your fright, and your new job goes well!
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Red-Haired Girl says as 23rd's a Friday night it may not be best. Possibly Thursday (if you're not completely exhausted) or after Christmas?
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