when you're happy and you know it clap your hands...
so I got up this morning and of course I was rather knackered. sat on the train to work and tried to relax with my book and a coffee and when I got to work, I thought, okay, let's do this. chatted with a friend who asked me to wake him up in about 4 hours. sure, I said, but turn the ringer-volume up so I won't have to talk to your answerphone while you oversleep.
the next thing after taking care of some business was calling the dispatcher of my city's garbage company. I was interested in the collection of some bulky garbage (said mattress, slatted frame, two recliner chairs I'd moved with a few times now and which I want out of my bedroom now, an old bicycle that's beyond repairing (could buy a new shitty bike with the cost of repair) and other nonsense, like this wooden frame I'd once planned to redo and put a picture behind). no problem, said the lady-dispatcher, for your street it's always doable, would you like tuesday in a week or a later date? woah, I said, it's possible that quick? I'm delighted. she laughs and says, sure thing, so tuesday in a week from 06.30 am on it'll be. I'm to sort out the stuff by what it is and then the lads will pick it up. will cost 15 € per 20 minutes of picking it up and throwing it on the truck. super, says I, then I'm looking forward to it.
after the 4 hours were up, I called my buddy on the phone and damn, he sounded vulnerable and cute, with a sleepy husky voice. said thankyou to me, while I said get up, get under the shower and get dressed, this is your wake-up-call.
15 minutes later, I called him again. myself, I'm of the likes, the first alarm clock goes off, I switch it off and turn around, my eyes close and I fall back to sleep. the second alarm clock goes off rinse and repeat. he answered the phone with a chuckle, said the buddy who's supposed to pick him up in an hour just called 5 minutes after my call and he answered it with a growl and a gawd-you're-obnoxious as he thought it was me again. to which the innocent buddy on the other side of the phone went huh? and my friend had to explain to him he was expecting it to be someone else calling.
of course I laughed when he told me, teasing him about how come he thought it'd be me, how he answers the phone with words meant for me. good thing he didn't use his usual go to hell, girly growlllll
hehehe
then I e-mailed my dad to ask him for assistance with the furniture carrying next monday night and since he's the reliable knight sorta man, he answered sure thing.
some things might not be brilliant. but at least I got lucky with the trash ;-))
the next thing after taking care of some business was calling the dispatcher of my city's garbage company. I was interested in the collection of some bulky garbage (said mattress, slatted frame, two recliner chairs I'd moved with a few times now and which I want out of my bedroom now, an old bicycle that's beyond repairing (could buy a new shitty bike with the cost of repair) and other nonsense, like this wooden frame I'd once planned to redo and put a picture behind). no problem, said the lady-dispatcher, for your street it's always doable, would you like tuesday in a week or a later date? woah, I said, it's possible that quick? I'm delighted. she laughs and says, sure thing, so tuesday in a week from 06.30 am on it'll be. I'm to sort out the stuff by what it is and then the lads will pick it up. will cost 15 € per 20 minutes of picking it up and throwing it on the truck. super, says I, then I'm looking forward to it.
after the 4 hours were up, I called my buddy on the phone and damn, he sounded vulnerable and cute, with a sleepy husky voice. said thankyou to me, while I said get up, get under the shower and get dressed, this is your wake-up-call.
15 minutes later, I called him again. myself, I'm of the likes, the first alarm clock goes off, I switch it off and turn around, my eyes close and I fall back to sleep. the second alarm clock goes off rinse and repeat. he answered the phone with a chuckle, said the buddy who's supposed to pick him up in an hour just called 5 minutes after my call and he answered it with a growl and a gawd-you're-obnoxious as he thought it was me again. to which the innocent buddy on the other side of the phone went huh? and my friend had to explain to him he was expecting it to be someone else calling.
of course I laughed when he told me, teasing him about how come he thought it'd be me, how he answers the phone with words meant for me. good thing he didn't use his usual go to hell, girly growlllll
hehehe
then I e-mailed my dad to ask him for assistance with the furniture carrying next monday night and since he's the reliable knight sorta man, he answered sure thing.
some things might not be brilliant. but at least I got lucky with the trash ;-))
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