It pisses even more, because in the last week I have been working on the way to improve my life with the Ipaq. So I go this keyboard, which is a great purchase. Then, while I was in starbucks on Saturday I thought about new categories to use it. It sounds dorky, I know but it’s the way I feel happy about organizing my life. I even planned ahead and thought about how I will use it in our trip to Australia. Fuck that pisses me off. I don’t know what I can do. Probably nothing, but still, I have to think about a plan B. and make sure that people at work know what happened.
Ok, I might have left it on my desk and I shouldn’t have, but still, you don’t do that and at least you are responsible for your act.
I have, in a way, to yell my anger so I can feel less depressed about that. OK, I know I could buy another Ipaq because it’s something I can more or less afford. Even if it’s very expensive I would have to suffer a bit and not buy anything for the next 6 month so I could feel less disgusted about the fact that I had to buy something because of a stupid piece of shit that does not deserve to live on this planet. But still, I think I need it and I don’t think I could live without this tool as it helps me organize and keep track of my life. So now I don’t really know what bothers me more: the fact that a mother fucker broke my screen or the fact that I feel helpless without it. In a way it sounds sad, when I read the previous sentence, as that means that I can’t really live without something helping me and that I need to be assisted all the time. Ture and very true. But I have a very busy life, and I don’t say that to be pretentious. I have a lot of things going through my mind and if I don’t catch all these things then I have a feeling of frustration that keeps me away from going forward. And you will agree that not being able to go forward in your life is something you don’t want to feel. So it’s probably both of the facts that disgust me.
I’m going away for 2 days for work and I had planned to blog a bit in the hotel room at night because it is something I like doing. When I say blog, it means blog, on my Ipaq, with my keyboard. Well I will not be able to do that. So annoyed by that.
I don’t even want to work!!!
I am thinking about nothing and I just stay bla. It’s been like that since I left work. I wasn’t even stressed about the fact that I was so fucking late. I also become very bad in my language, as you may have noticed since the beginning of the text.
My wife is going to call HP tomorrow to know how much it would cost to get it repaired. But for sure, if it’s about £150, I will buy another one and complain all the time at work. Who could have done such a thing? I think I have my ideas, but I am sure that I am almost wrong since I base my judgment on some point of view I have about these persons. Is it clear or not? I don’t think so, but I don’t care, I know what I am talking about.
I don’t even know if I could stop writing about that tonight. I moved from the lounge of the airport to the gate and now in the plane, and I am still writing about the piece of shit that broke someone else’s belonging. But now I have to turn it off as we are soon taking off.
See you soon…