Let me start you off with a story about blackmail, bribery, corruption... and all the other joys of being an au pair. It's been an intense few days at the mansion. The girl I will refer to as number 2 (ive always wanted to call people by numbers, its powerful) has learned the art of being a pain in my rectum. At the young and hormonal age of ten, she is a hell of a manipulator. Hour after hour in the bathroom to avoid homework (see there is no way i'm going in there to get her), tv addictions that can't be compromised (that would have been awesome to just have her infront of the tv all day, but somethings are forbidden by nr 3, the chief, the mother) and of course my all time favorite.. "the other aupairs let me eat mountains of chocolate before dinner infront of the tv all the time..." Though that would explain alot. If this angel that is nr 2 wasn't aiming her powers of mass destruction at moi, I'd have to say, her ways impress me. But she is so they don't, it mostly just pisses me off.
And then there was thursday... it had been a good day. me and number 2 were having a pillow fight. I had put my computer on the table. Suddenly nr 2's hand knocks over a glass of water onto my baby (who's way too good for being referred to by a number) and the next thing I know I see myself from outside of my own body grasping desperately for air, my life flashing before my eyes.
"oh god, why is there smoke??" my left brain said to my right brain. "Shut up and save the organs!!" it responded with a cloud of panic lingering over its every word. And so I did. Left on my lap a few minutes later was the cold and painfully silent corps of my macbook 13 inch white laptop, may he rest in peace.
Me want to go home. Just for a little while, I'm tired of this sucky routine, I want family, I want my friends and I need freedom. (Damn straight I used the bold function for that, Id do it again if I could).
Granted, having no computer (even though the first few days my hands and knees were shaking, and Im not even kidding) has made me so productive. I've been studying, cleaning and doing all kinds of things that hadn't even crossed my mind before. And its only been 5 days.
There will always be people looking down their noses.
I'll be here, looking up smelling the roses.
Alrighty, lights out,
//Yasnaeattragedy
1 comment:
idag är det exakt en månad tills jag åker hem från paris. fy fan vad bra jag kommer må efter att ha varit hos dig :)
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