Bad luck comes in threes

And it seems I might be getting the treatment…

  • Yesterday morning, I discover that my internet connection has b0rked
  • After leaving work, I find out that my brand new used recently-repaired bicycle was stolen just outside the office
  • This morning, I forgot my security badge and I am afraid I might have lost it

Now among these, the third one is the least, the first one can be fixed (I hope without too much hassle) but the second one really brought me down. Especially since I had very recently spent €70 on repairs and I had grown quite accustomed to it :'(

I’m going to report it to the police but I’m afraid it is not going to do a bit of difference. Especially seeing as the bike was used and I do not even remember the brand.

Damnit! At least I hope that this string of bad luck is at an end.

Mobaaargh

Damn sonnova…my [tag]mobile[/tag] b0rked last night. I noticed as I was to set up my alarm. The screen just went completely white and although the OS behind it seems to be working, I cannot see anything. I have no idea hat caused it but I took it to the T-Punkt and they say that they need to send it back and give me a replacement. Which means that I will lose all my settings. 🙁

Just a heads up to anyone who might be trying to contact me. Until I put my sim in a different mobile, I won’t be able to receive sms (I may lose some as well). Hopefully I’ll be able to backup the contacts through the data cable but there is a chance I’ll lose all telephones 🙁

Damn luck…

…that I had – UPDATE @ 9:00pm – As I was looking desperately for the mobile’s install CD I turned it on and lo and behold! It works!

Wo0oo0o0hooo!

Random drunken fight in the street

This is something I saw in the street as I was returning from the Final Destination last Friday

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cogsdJ9jog[/coolplayer]

There was a bit, before I decided to film the whole film, where they were running around like monkeys trying to get the fight rolling. The Turks for some reason were really keen on starting a fight while the Americans were pretty chicken shit even though there were more of them.

It’s funny how in the end the Turk guy was shouting stuff like “One to One” slurring and shit. He was so wobbly that you could have easily just push him and get it over with.

In the end you can hear my dissapointment when nothing more interesting happened

Groan

‘Ναι, παίρνω τηλέφωνο για να μου ξαναδώσετε το PGP κλειδί ενός χρήστη’

‘Λυπάμαι αλλά δεν έχουμε τρόπο το να βρούμε’

‘Τι εννοείς, αφού εσείς έχετε το αρχικό κλειδί και δίνετε μόνο μια κόπια’

‘Να αλλά δεν ξέρουμε πιο κλειδί του είχαμε δώσει και άλλωστε χρειάζεται υπογεγραμμένη ειδική αίτηση’

‘Μα αφού έχει ανοίχθεί ήδη ticket για το συγκεκριμένο θέμα, το οποίο έχετε λύσει με την φράση “Το κλειδί δώθηκε” και η υπογεγραμμένη αίτηση είναι μέσα. Απλά ζητάω να κάνετε την ίδια διαδικασία γιατί ο χρήστης το έχασε’

‘Να αλλά δεν ξέρω ποιό γκρούπ κλειδιών του δώσαμε’

‘Μα αφού εσείς κάνατε την διαδικασία. Πες οτι είναι η πρώτη φορά.’

‘Ναι αλλά δεν ξέρω…’

‘Κοίτα, μπορείς να ρωτήσεις αυτόν που έδωσε το αρχικό κλειδί; Ίσως θυμάται’

‘…’

‘…Ναι; Είσαι ακόμα εδώ;’

‘…’

‘Εμπρός;!’

‘…Εχμ ναι, φαίνεται οτι εγώ το έδωσα…εχμ…αλλα δεν έχω τρόπο να βρω ποιό ήταν’

‘Μήπως αυτό είναι ένας καλός λόγος για να αρχίσετε επιτέλους να συμπληρώνετε λύση σε λεπτομέρεια στο πεδίο που λέγεται “Λεπτομερής Λύση”;’

‘Ερρρ, ναι…μισό λεπτό…’

‘…’

‘ΟΚ βρήκα το γρούπ του χρήστη. Μπορείς να έρθεις να πάρεις το κλειδί’

‘Ευχαριστώ…’

Κάτι τέτοια είναι που σε κάνουν να κλαίς. Εαν δεν είχα τον πήθικο συνάδελφο να με κάνει να γελάω με τις μαλακίες αυτές, θα το έκανα…Ugh

Sore Throat…again

Gawd Damnit!

Once again I get a sore throat without any reasonable excuse. I just woke up in the morning and my throat hurt and the next day I wake up and most of the back of my mouth is inflamed.

Gnnngh!

I wake up one hour earlier from the pain, and decide, what the hell, I’m going to start earlier so that I can find an all-night pharmacy and buy some Betadine.

I’d wish.

Not only were all the “Apotheke” (which is the word for pharmacy around here) closed at 7:30 when I was looking, but when I go on my lunch break, I found out they don’t have any Betadine (they have not even heard of it) but rather “Hexoral” which is supposed to be the same thing. So I buy one, in a spray and use it. It nearly chokes me and then hurts like a bitch in flames. And the worst is that it doesn’t seem to be making much of a difference. My throad is as inflamed as it was before, just in more pain.

And what the hell is the deal with the pharmacies around here? What is someone that needs a medicine urgently in the middle of the night to do? Lay down and die?

I fucking hate this sore throat business I’ve been having the last few years.

I have been pissed by a black cat

“Konstantine I have some really bad news”

This is how my Agent for ECB opened the conversation last Thursday when he called me to tell me what progress we had.

“Oh no” – Is what is thought, with “no” echoing in my head.

To make a long story short, what my agent told me, is that they changed their mind and decided not to hire me after all at ECB. I was dumbstruck…at least until desperation set in.

I felt like the earth opened up and swallowed my hopes.

“How? Why?” – I asked, choking back some tears.

“I don’t know, but Melva (The intermediate between agency and ECB) is very angry and is going to a meeting to find out what happened.”

At this point, I couldn’t really say anything. I was just incredibly sad.

My agent continued – “I’m truly sorry Konstantine, I will try and find you another job…” but I was too gone to really carry a conversation.

“How can a company as big as ECB do this?” – I kept thinking to myself.
I’ve truly never heard before of an employer “changing his mind” about a job offer after he made it. It just seemed incredibly irresponsible and I was determined to get to the bottom of it.

After letting my sister and cousin know, I couldn’t really gather the courage to go job hunting for that day. Having the single break I had these five months so cruelly shattered, dissipated any enthusiasm I would be able to gather for job search. I left it for the other day, although It’s frankly something that I cannot afford to set aside.
Since I didn’t get the job afterall, I now need to pay rent and I don’t have a job.

An unforeseen consequence of all this is that I lost two jobs that could sustain me. The day my agent told me I got the ECB job, two people called me for bar work and I turned them down because I thought that a) I wouldn’t need it. b) I would be leaving soon and there was no reason to leave them hanging.
How was I supposed to know.

That day, I did manage to sent a (pretty dramatic) mail to Melva to ask what happened but I never received a reply. I left things as they were for the time and attempted to call her Monday afternoon. What she told me was unbelievable.

They never did accept me. All they told the agent is that I had things looked very good and that they were waiting for the final result. Why my agent decided to tell me that I got the position is anyone’s guess.
Furthermore, when I contacted him 5 days later to ask what was happening, he would tell me that “my position has not been compromised” and that “I should not worry”.

Now how can that be, when they never even said yes in the first place?
Funny thing is that I had a gut feeling that something was going to go awry (and so did my sister) but…hell…damn the optimist in me.
Anyway, Melva did not know why they decided not to hire me after all and they do not need to disclose the reason, but deep down, for some reason, I have the feeling that it’s because they read my last entry and did it to punish me for jumping to conlcusions.

sigh

So, here I am. Still at London and not going anywhere. My big break came and spat me in the eye for being so damn happy about it.

Great.

50p a Page?!

FFS, I wanted to print a TFL map at the local internet cafe and they wanted to charge me 50p a page!

Are they going to give me a silver lined paper with a royal seal or something?

I need to get my own PC back…fast

Liquid Lemon

‘Can I have a lime and Pepsi?’

‘Sure’ (Pouring it)

‘Uh, what was that green stuff you put in it?’

‘Lime, you asked for Lime & Pepsi’

‘You guys have liquid lime?’

‘Uh, yeah’

‘What, do you have liquid Lemon as well?’ (Sarcastically)

‘Yeah, it’s called lemonade…’

Ripped off. Pissed off

Grrr…

A guy came in yesterday at the pub and ordered three Jacks with coke, as I served them he also requested three Becks and three Guinness. I grab the Becks and start pouring the Guinness’. As I’m doing that he tells me he’ll grab a seat and be back for the Guinness in a bit. I finish the Guinness’ and look around to see him. Nothing…

I go outside the bar and check the tables. Nothing…

I go outside the pub. Nothing…

He fucking left and left me with a £23 bar tab.

That seriously pissed me off. I searched the nearby area just in case but he was nowhere to be found. The doorman from next door tried to help me but seeing as I don’t remember faces or, really, nothing much of non-regular customers, I couldn’t locate him.

Obviously, asking for the Guinness’ was a trick to keep me occupied until he left. I should have seen it coming…

Fuck!

Στην εξωρία

Τέσσερις μέρες είμαι εξώριστος απο το σπίτι του ξαδέλφου μου μιας και έχει έρθει η κοπέλα του απο τις Η.Π.Α.

2 μέρες κοιμόμουνα σε ξενοδοχείο και τίς άλλες 2 (χθες και σήμερα) αγγάρεψα ένα φίλο να με φιλοξενήσει.

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