Azi la munca, doi parinti intrebau de DSD-uri (Discover Scuba Diving):
Parents: So do you teach them any skills and things like that before you take them out to the open water?
Jurg (with a raised eyebrow): No, we just throw them in the sea and if they float they're fine.
Vineri cand m-am dus sa ridic niste bani de la Dad, Moneygram-ul se gaseste intr-un magazin de spices asiatice si tipul de la casa era indian/bangladesh ceva de genul. Fiind inregistrata cu compania, am dat numarul de telefon ca sa imi gaseasca detaliile. Fie, astept eu ce astept, zambesc din politete, imi iau banii si am plecat.
Ma duc cu frate'miu in Liedl ca el conducea si primesc mesaj, ca nu stiu ce ca daca sunt in vacanta, semnat tipul de la moneygram...
/poker face; ii arat lui Arthur, el moare de ras, cica sa-i trimit mesaj. Eu nu si nu si nu. Ignor.
Ma suna tipul, ii spun sa ma lase in pace. Inchid.
Imi trimite doua mesaje ca sunt draguta si ca vrea sa ne cunoastem mai bine, si ca dumnezeu l-a binecuvantat daca sunt de acord sa ii dau o sansa. Eu /poker face, fratemiu pe fundal: 'Daiana has a stalker, Daiana has a stalker'. Ii trimit mesaj sa ma lase in pace ca altfel il reclam pentru incalcarea legii de distribuire a informatiilor unui third party si pentru hartuire.
Ma suna zece minute mai tarziu si il iau la rost. La care tipul isi cere scuze si inchide...
DO I LOOK LIKE THE INDIAN WIFE TYPE?
Iar la munca, tot azi:
Jurg (sees chocolate in the fridge): Who's are these?
Me: Mine, why?
Jurg: You only brought for yourself? Selfish bitch
Me: My brother ate the rest!
Jurg: Suuuure
*20 mins later*
Me: Jurg, can I go to the shop for a second?
Jurg: Why?
Me: Just want to buy something /shrugs
Jurg: You just want to buy something
Me: Yup
Jurg: /raises eyebrow. Go
*5 mins later*
Me: You've got something in the fridge, didn't find you Toblerone, but I got Kit Kat
Jurg (sees the bag of minis): Uuuu, HAPPY DAYS! All for me?
Me: You can share some with Angie
Jurg (acting like he's 5): NO.jpg
Me: Fiiine
Jurg (goes upstairs and mumbles): All yours she said, I bet she'll be swallowing a few in a couple of minutes
Me: I heard that! WTH are you calling me fat!?
Jurg: I am not gonna answer that, either way the answer will be wrong
-.-
Acum o jumatate de ora, tot eu si el:
Me: Jurg, can you fix normal watches as well?
Jurg: Who do you think I am? Jack of all trades?
Me: You're swiss, you people earn your fortune out of chocolate and cuckoo clocks
Jurg: And you transylvanians suck blood for a living
Parents: So do you teach them any skills and things like that before you take them out to the open water?
Jurg (with a raised eyebrow): No, we just throw them in the sea and if they float they're fine.
Vineri cand m-am dus sa ridic niste bani de la Dad, Moneygram-ul se gaseste intr-un magazin de spices asiatice si tipul de la casa era indian/bangladesh ceva de genul. Fiind inregistrata cu compania, am dat numarul de telefon ca sa imi gaseasca detaliile. Fie, astept eu ce astept, zambesc din politete, imi iau banii si am plecat.
Ma duc cu frate'miu in Liedl ca el conducea si primesc mesaj, ca nu stiu ce ca daca sunt in vacanta, semnat tipul de la moneygram...
/poker face; ii arat lui Arthur, el moare de ras, cica sa-i trimit mesaj. Eu nu si nu si nu. Ignor.
Ma suna tipul, ii spun sa ma lase in pace. Inchid.
Imi trimite doua mesaje ca sunt draguta si ca vrea sa ne cunoastem mai bine, si ca dumnezeu l-a binecuvantat daca sunt de acord sa ii dau o sansa. Eu /poker face, fratemiu pe fundal: 'Daiana has a stalker, Daiana has a stalker'. Ii trimit mesaj sa ma lase in pace ca altfel il reclam pentru incalcarea legii de distribuire a informatiilor unui third party si pentru hartuire.
Ma suna zece minute mai tarziu si il iau la rost. La care tipul isi cere scuze si inchide...
DO I LOOK LIKE THE INDIAN WIFE TYPE?
Iar la munca, tot azi:
Jurg (sees chocolate in the fridge): Who's are these?
Me: Mine, why?
Jurg: You only brought for yourself? Selfish bitch
Me: My brother ate the rest!
Jurg: Suuuure
*20 mins later*
Me: Jurg, can I go to the shop for a second?
Jurg: Why?
Me: Just want to buy something /shrugs
Jurg: You just want to buy something
Me: Yup
Jurg: /raises eyebrow. Go
*5 mins later*
Me: You've got something in the fridge, didn't find you Toblerone, but I got Kit Kat
Jurg (sees the bag of minis): Uuuu, HAPPY DAYS! All for me?
Me: You can share some with Angie
Jurg (acting like he's 5): NO.jpg
Me: Fiiine
Jurg (goes upstairs and mumbles): All yours she said, I bet she'll be swallowing a few in a couple of minutes
Me: I heard that! WTH are you calling me fat!?
Jurg: I am not gonna answer that, either way the answer will be wrong
-.-
Acum o jumatate de ora, tot eu si el:
Me: Jurg, can you fix normal watches as well?
Jurg: Who do you think I am? Jack of all trades?
Me: You're swiss, you people earn your fortune out of chocolate and cuckoo clocks
Jurg: And you transylvanians suck blood for a living
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probabil n-ai primit niciodata
telegramele mele sau poate
nu credeai ca e vital cand
lumea mea se descompunea
in ceasuri si goluri
de mine
au imbatranit in cadente
si sentimentele mele
sub greutatea
atator vieti netraite...
telegramele mele sau poate
nu credeai ca e vital cand
lumea mea se descompunea
in ceasuri si goluri
de mine
au imbatranit in cadente
si sentimentele mele
sub greutatea
atator vieti netraite...
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