“Things That Make You Go Hmm” – Part 2

I’ve never liked Coldplay. Their new stuff is on the radio all the time and it’s not particularly interesting or even that good. (Pop music died along time ago and I can’t see it getting better.)

I just saw this, and now I dislike Coldplay even more.
This is blasphemy!

To be reminded you’re fragile

It’s been rough lately, really, really rough. Mentally and physically.

Yesterday as I was driving the truck to a store and all of a sudden my nose starts bleeding. I was a little annoyed because it takes two hands to steer and use the gear shift, I would have needed a third hand to hold my nose. Anyway, I got the truck there and told my co-pilot I need to sit for a while, at least until the nose stops bleeding. It didn’t. It got bad, really bad.

I hurried into the bathroom at the store and stood there and tried all the tricks I knew on how to stop a nose bleed. Nothing helped. I thought I should call my dad, he used to work at hospitals. He then gave me another tip, but that didn’t help either. Fifteen minutes later I was still standing in the bathroom and the nosebleed had got worse and all I could do was to stand there. I panicked a little and called my dad again and I told him it won’t stop and I don’t know what to do anymore.

Eventually the nosebleed stopped, and I went back to work. My co-pilot went home and I had three places left to deliver to. I was worried my nose would start bleeding again, but it didn’t and I got the next store done.

I went on to the second to last place and just as I’m turning around the back to get to the loading dock my nose starts bleeding. I had to sit in the truck for a while and hope and pray it would stop.

But this time I knew help was coming. My dad was out working with his friend, and dad’s friend is also my boss. They came out to the store and the first thing boss said was: “go home and rest, I’ll manage the rest of this because I want to see you on Monday again.”

I was completely exhausted I had trouble even standing up and I bet some of my neighbours must have thought I was drunk as I staggered home. I felt small and fragile and was reminded I’m not superman. It’s a good thing to be reminded of.

The Story Of Stuff

We all need things, that’s understandable…

You need new shoes because you’ve had the old ones for three years. Go buy yourself a new pair, I won’t blame you. You need new shoes because fat heels are not “in” anymore and you go buy yourself a new pair, then get the fuck out of my face.

I hate stuff, and I can’t stand people getting stuff just for the sake of getting stuff.

This is the story of stuff.

Now click this -> http://www.storyofstuff.com/

La Bella Italia!

So, I have this wonderful friend. Her name is Emma. She is probably my biggest fan. She desperately wants me to blog again and I said I would write something for her.

Well, Emma (and everybody else that are reading this…) let me tell you something.

I love Italy. Even though I have never been there I love Italy. I love the language. It’s one of very few languages I actually want to learn, and hopefully I can someday learn it well enough to speak it fluently. Italian sounds like heaven to my ears. It’s like drifting on clouds and hanging out with the birds. It’s like eating pizza all day and not getting fat. It’s like the warm hands of a beautiful woman massaging your body.

My brother told me the other day, that next time I get paid I will have to pack my bag, go to the airport and get a last minute trip somewhere. Yeah, that would be very exciting… but I’d rather plan a trip somewhere, Italy in this case, and dream about everything I want to do and see there before I actually book the trip and go there.

This is what I want to do: fly over to Rome. Get a classy hotel room for a few nights, see Rome. All of it, and not the only the famous places. I want to walk around the city, I want to feel the city, I want to breathe the history and the culture, I want to sit down somewhere, maybe on the grass under a tree and watch people, I want to find a remote café and have coffee and… watch some more people. I want to eat pizza, and pasta, all kinds of pasta. I want to soak in all of it. Then I will find a nice Italian woman and bring her back here and we would have twins and triplets and spend half the year there and half the year here in Finland and we would all live happily ever after, etc. ad infinitum.

One can dream, right?

I will leave you with one of the funniest videos on all of Youtube, and it is about an Italian man. Watch, laugh, give me a comment and be happy.

Sometimes you really do get what you wish for…

In this post I wished, and this week I’ve lived the consequences of that wish and I survived to tell you all about it.

Monday: my day off work, didn’t do anything at all.

Tuesday: My colleague picked me up here just after six o’clock in the morning, and then we drove here and started working at 7 o’clock. We knew before we started that we would have a shorter, easier day than usual because the truck was going to be serviced in the afternoon. But the best thing about this day was that I finally actually got to taste what I’ve always wanted to taste… well at least ever since I read C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books. I’m talking about Turkish Delight. We had a delivery to a restaurant in downtown Kerava, and the owners were foreign, but exactly were they are from I do not know. We delivered the drinks and while we sorted out the business transaction they treated us to some Turkish Delight and told us that Moslems eat this wonderful thing during Ramadan. In all seriousness, Turkish Delight (at least the home made kind, which this was) is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I really wish I knew how to make it, because I would if I could.

Wednesday: My second morning all on my own, and this time around I had a huge load. I was very nervous, I was so nervous I got a little scared. I didn’t want to screw anything up and make a fool out of myself. I called my colleague and asked him about the route, because you have to load the truck accordingly. He told me in what order I should deliver the drinks, and so I started loading the truck… all 8,9 tons of it. I only got one pallet in an incorrect order, which my other colleague noticed once he got to work at 9. We didn’t leave Koff until about 11, and we knew from the start this was going to be a long day because we had 15 places to deliver to. None of these places were familiar to me, and only a few of them my co-driver knew. So for the rest of the day until we came back to Koff he read the map and I drove and in between we unloaded the drinks. It was brutal. Eventually stopped working at 20.30 and then we had to head back home, which takes about another hour, and then you have to shower and eat something and sleep for a few hours before you have to get up…

Thursday: 8,8 tons to be delivered to 8 places. All of them unfamiliar. My co-driver read the map and I drove. I had my first “whoopsidaisies“. Out of the 8,8 tons of drinks we had 55 kegs. The keg contains 30 liters of alcoholic beverage, and the keg itself weighs around 5 kilograms so there is a lot of weight involved with these fuckers. You can put six kegs on one pallet, and three pallets on top of eachother at most. One of these keg-pallet towers had fallen over in the truck because I drove over a very bumpy road and because of the side-to-side movement it fell over. But luckily it leaned against another tower of keg-pallets so no damage was done. This was also a brutal day, and one hour longer than the previous day, which means that I was home an hour later, at 23.00 and got 1 hour less sleep.

Friday: I got up at 4.45 after having slept for about 4 or 5 hours. I was pretty happy and didn’t feel tired at all. I got ready, I went to get the truck. At 6.15 I jumped in the truck and drove out to Koff. I knew my boss was coming out to Koff this morning, but I didn’t know when because we hadn’t agreed on a specific time. So I got to Koff at 6.55, five minutes earlier than we normally would start the work day (I drove fast). My boss called me at 7 just as I was about to start filling in one of the lists, he asked me “how’s it goin’?”. I said: “it’s OK, I’m at Koff already”. He said: “Oh my goodness, you’re unbelievable. OK, I will be there shortly.” So I went to get the paperwork from the office and parked the truck at the loading docks and waited… and waited… and waited and then boss came and we loaded the truck together, talked for a bit and then I left to my first super market of the day. Just as I was done at my second supermarket of the day my colleague showed up and we went on to work together for a few hours. I had a short day, only 14 hours in total, including distance traveled between work and home.

I got my “work, eat, sleep”. I’m pretty satisfied, I only wish (See, I did it again. Maybe I should just stop wishing) the sleep part would be a few hours longer. Other than that I’m a pretty happy camper.

How you doin’?

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