Are we back here again!?

Okay, I got a new bike. A pic later.
So yesterday when I was talking to my "building man" about the robbery he said, "I can't talk in estonian with you can I? You have an accent". Bitch!? Are we back here again!? Can people stop saying I have an accent when I don't!? I only speak estonian everyday.
And today again... I sent a letter to the police with the picture of my bike and some more details I remembered about it. They sent a letter back saying I didn't give enough information. Um, yeah the report was already done, I have no clue why they didn't like check their system or something. Anyway, that wasn't important. What annoyed me was they sent the fucking email in russian! Bitches!?!? I'm fucking estonian okay!?!? I didn't even understand most the email they sent me back but I got the point of it. Fuck! I know I have a russian name but I fucking sent you an email in normal correct estonian and you send me back this shit!? Fuck!

Baby, just break down!

Okay, my heart aches a little for my bike. I hope its chain drags out, I hope the gears completely stop working, I hope the break pads keep going against the wheels so it's annoying to ride, I hope the fucking wires go loose and they won't be able to break or change gears at all, I hope the saddle falls apart. Baby, just break down! Don't serve those cunts!

Bye boo!

Oh fuck. I just love how everything gets fucked when you're actually happy, content and satisfied. As I said a few posts ago, I was very happy with the new place. I never even like have been hyper about moving here cause I knew I liked this place and if I got overly happy shit would go to shit. And as per usual, I admitted that I'm happy and things did turn to shit.
Some magnificent fucktard stole my bike.

This baby is no more.
I kept the bike in the...like general hall, not inside my apartment. It wasn't attached to anything but was locked. Through the spokes and the frame thingy. But I guess someone picked it up and took it away.
Well, I asked my mum's man for 200 euros to buy a new one tomorrow. Mum has to come to my place cause I can't fucking walk anywhere!
I just need a yoke to get me to work, town, doctors and shops. And I will be hauling the new fucker up to the 7th floor into my apartment every fucking day to keep it away from all the shitty cunts.
And like there's a bike in the hall that's not like even locked. And another that is locked. Like, why steal mine!? The building manager or whatever person thought too that it was weird someone would steal an old bike. And mum and her man were like who the fuck wants that old barely working thing.
I don't fucking know! Most likely some retarded fucking cunt.
Fuck! And my cute little bell is gone and the new lock and all. Fuck!
I did call the police aswell and filed a report. They won't be able to catch anyone but maybe it's found somewhere. And I'll be looking at bike selling websites just in case.
Bye boo!

we're obviously related

On friday, mum stayed the night at my new place. Was fun.
Bought some stuff online again. Think it was just a hoodie for me.
Yeah and then today dad and his wife came over:

 For some reason she really liked hte balcony. The view not so much. I agree though.

We talked about me and dad have big bellies, I said I was obviously his daughter. Then we talked about how tan he is and how pale I am, I said I'm not his daughter. Then when he sent me this pic he said his hair looks really messy, that he should've combed it. And when we were taking pics I was complaining about how my hair was dirty. I literally called them before they arrived to see how far they were to see if I have time to shower and they said they were already in town. Oh well. I said, about the hair business, we're obviously related lol

This I took with my dad's wife's phone. There were so many different little holes or buttons on the screen, I wasn't sure which one was the camera. So I can't tell if I am looking at the camera or not.

Ahh was so nice.

it's a dorm

So I went to see my therapist today. Looked at job offers together. Found one, sent a CV straight away. And got a call a few minutes later to go there...I guess for an interview or something.
It's a janitor position but full time and for 700 euros. Like what!? And the woman said only kitchens and bathrooms need to be cleaned. Oh it's a dorm.
No toilets or hallways.
It's a 5 storey building, with 2 bathrooms and 1 kitchen on each floor. And they're looking for two janitors. For some reason the length of the workday is supposed to be 9 hours but like...What are you gonna clean there for that long?
She said the current workers work for 6 hours and do everything - kitchens, bathrooms, toilets, hallways. So why the fuck would you need 9 hours for less things to clean?
She said they were not happy with the current workers as they didn't make the rooms clean enough, that they were struggling with time and to get everything done. And apparently their pay wasn't too motivating. The workers so far have been a cleaning company workers. Now they're looking for their own, that's why they wanna pay this much. They want really good janitors who keep stuff clean.
I really liked it there. And the pay is good. I hope i will get it and that I can handle it, anxiety/health wise and also everything else wise aswell. Should find out on monday if I got the job or not.

Yeah and then I shattered my phone at work:

It seems it's just the toppest screen.The phone itself seems to work fine and I can see enough. Thank goodness I had the case around it. The kicker is, the afterpayments for the phone end in February next year. Will have to go and see if I can get a new screen.

And then on my way home from work my bike tyre broke. Well, it went completely flat. Ughhh. Have to go sort that one out tomorrow, no doubt.