Yes, Friday was workday. Obviously. As for any commoner. Dreadful workday in fact. One that pissed me off big time. I went in as usual for 9 o’clock. Ok, not usual. Usual is 8. This time they said they will have the stuff released 8 in the morning so it takes about 45 minutes drive to get to the destination. I left home at about 7.45 or so…. I don’t really know but my plan was to sleep in the car until the job started. I have been doing it many times. Not always because of work or exhaustion. I get hit by strangest thing on earth every now and then. I drive, I am ok, and then suddenly I have no control over my eyes and will. Eyes just close, I barely make it to some random parking lot and I just fall asleep. It always a close call!! I barely make it and I am scared as hell when it’s going on but I can’t help it. Few times in the past I fell asleep on the highway. Luckily we have sort of a highway that has no barriers everywhere so one can stop where are no barriers. I count not quite make it once and I was sleeping 4 hours on the roadside under the high voltage line. I could not go any further, not even 100 metres, not 500 metres. I don’t know what it is. I am just suddenly extremely exhausted and I can’t keep my eyes open. All I know is that I have to stop immediately and next moment I already wake up 4 or 6 or even 8 hours later. I slept in my car in random parking lots, on highway roadside, in hypermarket parking lots, in forest, by sea, by school, at work too. It’s strange thing I thought it would  be some sort of insomnia but I have not diagnosed it yet. It happens maybe once a month so I can not really catch it and report it to my doctor. 

But that dream of sleeping for another hour or so was not one to come true. Aswell as did not come true the initial plan of working 2 hours and then heading home or heading to other location for other work. The “fun” part was they decided in the morning that they will need me for whole day. Well, I don’t really mind that, I have been flexible and ready for such hiccups my whole life. What pissed me off was they knew already on Wednesday that they will have to complete everything on Friday and they still did not tell me. So that resulted me having no lunch with me. And I restrain from drinking because there are no toilets. Or, the toilets are far away from my location. So I felt how I was drying up the longer I was there. And to put a cherry on top – it started snowing. Which means the temperatures dropped into minus. So, hungry, not well slept, freezing my arse off in this fucking end of the world. I was not happy. Not even close. When we completed the work I was sitting in my car for good 10 minutes to get some warmth into my frozen arse. It takes me one hour to get home from this location. I was so pissed off on the whole world, drove home, took off boots and went straight to bathroom to run bath. Took two shots of Jägermeister and sat into hot water with some salts and oils. From my condition I knew if I don’t do this “procedure” I would fall ill rather badly. Only after the bath I was able to face the world again. Which meant prepping late dinner and being pissed on the world once more for a different reason. The reason is I don’t do dinners after 18 in the evening. In summer the latest time when I have some food is maybe 21. But again, it’s not summer yet. And now I have been facing the reality of world working against me with the dinners. I can tell you one can not peel potatoes or sear some meat when hands are barely moving. So I had to sit in the bath to become functional again. Oh, I hated that Friday. I hate when my genious plan of never eating after 18 fails. And last week it failed every fucking day. I probably have to switch to summer schedule now earlier because of the stupid client. My only happiness comes from the fact that this client pays by hour. Including driving time. That makes this client the most profitable for me. So I smile and make some stupid jokes about “who needs to rest anyway” or “who in the right mind would fly out for a long weekend on Friday noon” etc. The bit that is now yet pissing me off is that I have to go to the same place on Monday morning too, because apparently, if I don’t go the factory will stop working because they run out of materials by Monday morning. Just in time delivery, yes, and I have to go in again. Luckily they will be fast on Monday because they don’t want to be guilty for the factory shutting down because of them!

So snow. Yes, snow. In spring. Whole worlds weather is fucked up. Floods in Emirates, in fucking desert, camels drowning. In desert, people! Earthquakes in places earth is never quaking, floods in deserts, volcanoes spitting shite out, snow, oh well, snow we always had but cmon! enough already!! They predict the northern part of Europe will have weather that currently is in Turkey. Well, I can tell you what’s the weather like in Turkey – it’s a vacation forever weather. That means you are not quite able to work in this kind of heat.

Part of me likes changes a lot. On the contrary to the common view and opposition that pushes people out of their comfor zone. I love to test myself, to adjust to new. I am probably a tad more adventurous compared to average person. But most of all I like changes in business, work, things like that. l love progress. That is why I could not stay on the island either. The island where I am from is stagnating place. Nothing changes. And this stagnation was suffocating me from the early stages of my life. Especially painful once I turned into teenage years. I despised the teachers that did everything the way soviet  era told them to. Disgusting spineless hags. Some of them actually praised on the fucking Lenin and telling nonsense about how great out “fatherland of Soviet union” was. They could not stand the change. For instance when we became free from this horror union one of the chemistry teachers started drinking so heavily I vaguely remember her sleeping on the stairs in front of the school. Probably drank til death. Which was pretty common these times anyway. Because not everyone could adjust to new life of freedom, of starting business, of having real estate, of owning a real big farms and way more than 2 cows. Being able to buy car!!! And  now you did not need permission from Moscow to buy a car!!! And above all: you could buy a car that was not Zaporozets, Zhiguli or Moschwitch!!! Good grief! You had freedom to leave the island for the first time in life without permission, without registering your travels, within our own country!, at the militia station!!! Imagine that!!! All those changes for sure were hard on many. Most of them got used to the generous life they had. After university they were sent by the orcs to some destination over the “great fatherland of soviet union”, given job and given accomodation. Usually by kicking out local owner of the house. Ofcourse the orcs liked it. Everything was free. The locals who were kicked out went to live by relatives or such. So we had those bastards in our country aswell, who then, ofcourse, demanded we speak Russian. This was to kill our language. In some occupied countries they even burned all schoolbooks that were in local language. And brought in books in Russian. With modified history :). As far as I know that book burning happened in Ukraine and in Lithuania. Maybe we were partly saved because we are one of the smallest countries that was occupied by orcs, hence we were not that much of a threat for the “great soviet union”. So some traitors who were praising the great occupying forces obviously hilghly disliked that we became free from occupation. All the same year, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine got rid of the bastards. However, them bastards did not leave. Many of them were obviously settled here like fucking jews (and wannabe jews without ANY jewish blood miles ahead) in Palestine. Just like in Palestine. Given or just took our homes and settled as fucking cockroaches. The name for the orcs who settled here taking our homes was, yes, you guessed it right, cockroaches! The milder version was “onion” or “cebula” or “luk” in many languages we used this to talk about occupiers. They only now found out we were using these names because, hold on, they never learned our respective languages!!! So we could speak about them right in front of them, talk shit about them, and they would smile, them cockroaches! Hilarious! And they tell even today they had no reason to learn because all the occupied (note> they call us “rescued people”) people spoke in Russian. Today some old bastards who have visas to live in Latvia are being sent out of the country because even after living here for more than 40 years!!!! they are not able to speak more than 2 sentences in Latvian. Yes, they scream on the border that they have given whole life for Latvia, lived, paid taxes, made home, and we smile, we all smile and congratulate Latvia for having balls. Finally. At least one of us has balls. I hope our country also finds some. Soon.

I sure can yap hours about orcs, stupidity, arrogance. I need, yet again, learn something new. I must learn to ignore these. Ignore in order to save my own nerves. As me yapping does not change anything except takes away my energy. I despise stupidity, and I despise lies, thiefs and arrogance. Those 4 cover the main characteristics of our government. I have to ignore this shit and leave. It’s embarassing how blind we are, or, how we just turn the other cheek in silence. French would be on streets years ago. Polish would have flooded the ministries and government with shite long ago. We do what exactly? Let me tell you. The legend of us ever being rebel. There was a man whose wife died, cow died and the german lord told to the guy he owes him 50 more barrels of wheat…. The guy agreed not, was infact mistreated, went behind sauna, hit the wall with his fist and said out loud: FUCK! And went on to scrape and borrow the 50 barrels of wheat for the lord.

I wish we would not go behind sauna.

Love and all,

Stay cool and warm!

XOXOX