Indy’s BLOG – Goodbye C.!

What a coincidence. While walking the streets we met our good friend Christian again. Unfortunately, we had little time to catch up. We wish you a pleasant trip back home to Germany!

Indy’s BLOG – TSP for BWM

Today a Skype interview for a job as a TSP for BWM. First level call centre bitch job, but who cares. It would pay the rent and we don’t mind. At first we needed to charge the laptop without overloading Victor’s electrical system, then find a reliable spot with good WiFi connection. Vil don’t want to risk any outages during the interview and also not sit inside crowdy Victor. Sorry Victor, but you are stuffed to the brim. So we drove to a cafe and spend literally the last money on a coffee and a bowl of water for me.

During the interview they asked questions about Vil’s experience and his CV. It was a nice conversation., but there was no real interest somehow. There was no fire, it was a fucking interview for a bitch job and they knew it.

And here comes the ‘common issue’ for Vil’s applications. They always ask: “Why should this guy stay with us? In the moment he finds something better, he will leave immediately.”

 

Today’s statement! – No Ice, No Water, No Fucks!

“Hey Lady,

I actually ran out of fucks I could give about you and there are actually way more important things I will worry about.

Is that a proper English sentence?

Bark, bark, ….. whatever!”

Yesterday we tried to get our water and ice supply at a friends house. We visited our friend already a few times and it was fun and we always had a very good time and never problems, but yesterday’s visit was completely different.

It started when the landlord played again the “Grumpy Smurf”. He shouted and complained about imaginary damage and dog shit everywhere. A really annoying creature.

When we entered the flat of or friend he made a sad face and told us straight away to leave. We didn’t understood what’s going on and asked for the reason. In this moment his girlfriend appeared shouting, with a red face. “People like you are the scum and I don’t want to have any contact with scum. So, you piss of immediately or I will personally call the police on you!” We don’t understand nothing.

She is fuming and we see it’s better to leave, but before Vil asked for a bit of ice to chill his insulin. “I don’t give a fuck!”, was the answer and no ice. Allrite, we go!

Right now we are back at our place at the swimming pool and it’s not so hot anymore. Luckily the guys at MacDonald’s gave us some ice and allowed us to fill up the water tank a little bit. Now we have drinking water and the medicine is safe.

PS: Ich bin vollkommen entspannt, dann gehen wir Ihr halt aus dem Weg. ๐Ÿ˜‰ <- This is a message for S..