D A L I F . C O M

Well, I'm glad I didn't make aforementioned call. I had me some cups of tea at the hotel. Tried 5 different flavors (the vanilla one was my least favorite), and that, combined with a good meal, turned my situation upside down. I stopped feeling like cack, and started being in a better mood. By the time I left, I was feeling possitively spry. Also, I managed to make quite a bit of dough during the night, and who'd want to give up on that? I know I wouldn't. 

Now I'm at home, feeling a bit tired. I couldn't sleep when I got home, but of course now I'm exhausted. And I'm waiting to be picked up by mom. Gotta go help her, and myself, sort of the new phones. And I think I'll bring my new laptop as well, and see if I can kickstart it. I need to install XP on it asap, instead of that time and resource waster, Vista. And then Ubuntu. They are doing some fine things, the ubuntu crowd. I hope I'll be able to get a good install going, with wireless and what have we. We'll see.

Anyway, just feeling better and being possitive about it.

I went to bed thinking I could shake this illness. My sleep was weird, as it usually is when I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Disturbed and jumpy. I don't know if I was sleeping or awake half the time. Perhaps both. But when I woke up, I didn 't feel better at all. Quite the contrary as it happens.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy who will be all macho about this illness stuff, going: no way, I can shake it. But working the night shift means that getting somebody to substitute for you is hard on the people working, and might mean one of them has to stay the night. And I know that I should really be concerned about myself first and foremost, but it's hard not to think: no, I'll be ok. Just this one shift, and I'm off and can recover. And it may be so. But I'm feeling like shit right now. Cold and hot at the same time. A mean ass headache, and a slight cough, that is slowly muddling up my throat, as far as I can feel. Starting to hurt a bit. Also, I'm feeling hungry to the point where I could throw up just from my stomach gruelling. Dunno if you've ever tried that. Nauseous just from being hungry. Quite amusing and unamusing all at once.

So I'll go fetch a cup of tea or two, and eat some grub. I bought a few pills going into work, and I'll be popping those bad boys during the course of this shift. THankfully things are fairly quiet at the hotel. I can't bare facing problems tonight. With my luck, there'll be a fire or something, and I'll be passed out in the office. Yay.

On a slightly related note, we had a bit of snow here in Copenhagen today. First rain, then the temp dropped below freezing, and the water on the ground turned into ice. Whoop de doo. Slippery as fuck. I bet a few old ladies or enthusiastic bikers are getting the asphalt treatment today. I hope they manage. Oh well... I best get food. Catch you on the flipside.

Got my new laptop and mobile phone the other day. Might've mentioned it. Had some difficulties with the order, but finally managed to get it through. Anywho, the laptop was ok, and the phone had a german only manual. That's what we know so far. 

Up until now, when I've changed my phone with another, I've always just had it work straight out of the box. With this new one, however, it seems the messaging service isn't up to par between the phone and the service provider. Dammit. This means I need to call them and ask what the fuck is up. Yay. And of course they aren't open until the exact time I'm usually sleeping. Fuckers. I guess I'll switch back to my old phone for now. And then mess with this in my days off. I printed out the english user manual from the intraweb. 170 fucking pages. Printed it at work, since their printers are fast and above all, free (for me). Took me some time to sort the entire thing into chapters, and staple them together seperately. It's a huge pile, basically, but I guess it's for the best. I don't mind just messing around by myself with the phone, but I'm sure I'll run into a wall of problems, so I better have this ready just in case.

It's a pretty big phone, bigger than I had anticipated. But I guess it'll be ok. I can feel it, when I lug it around in my pocket. But I'm guessing I'll get used to that soon enough. What with all the stuff it can do, I'm sure I can suffer a bit. Hopefully I'll get to use at least some of it. We'll see I suppose.

Besides that, I'm starting to feel a bit ill. Like my annual case of the flu. It's annoying, as I rarely get sick. But once a year, usually, I get a hard case of it for a few days, and then I'm clear. Of course it has to happen now, when I'm about to move and have days off. Fucking epic. Oh well, I hope I can sleep it off today and tomorrow... and then it's moving day.

I left my little note with topics at home, so this one is straight out of memory. Had two amusing incidents at the hotel recently, and I felt you guys might find them hillarious as well. Well not hillarious perhaps, but... at least better than staring at the wall.

A week or so ago, I was out in front, doing something, I forget what. In through the doors walks a scruffy looking dude. It's apparent from the second my weary eyes meets his person, that he is near passing out from alcohol. Fair enough, we've all been there. He carries a plastic bag, and has trouble walking straight. He stops a few yards from where I'm standing, and motions for me to approach him. He seems unable to fully open his eyes. I tell him, that if he wants to speak to me, he can come to me, instead of the other way around. I later regret that decision.

He comes up to me, too close for my comfort, and claims he has broken his back. I regard him with the greatest possible disbelief. He wants me to call for an ambulance. I ask him where his back is broken. Just for fun. It's pretty clear that he just wants a free night in the hospital. He keeps emphasizing that he's just drunk, and that I won't call him anything. He keeps repeating how his back is broken. "Why are you so sick in your head" is another fun comment he throws at me. I can't surpress a laugh as I guide him towards the exit. He tries to escape my grasp twice, without any real effort tho, and is evicted in style. 15 minutes later, he is about to enter through the glass doors. I shake my head at him, and he moves on. Great stuff.

Second story takes place mere days after. At 1 in the am, a cleaning dude comes down and tells me in broken tongues (he tried in several languages, none of which were coherent), that some guy is upstairs, on the conference floor, sleeping, and that he can't wake him up. I walk with him upstairs, thinking some drunk guest passed out in a couch. Wouldn't be the first time. But it's a little more complicated than that. In one of our conference rooms, one that is locked, mind, I found a largish guy sleeping on the floor. He wasn't quite homeless by the looks of him, but he did smell something fierce of urine and bad hygiene. I told him to get up and leave the hotel. He didn't say anything, but just complied, indicating how often he's been thrown out of places. He was in his boots and hat and overcoat on the floor, so it didn't take him long to get up. Looking at his watch, as this situation was the most normal thing in the world, he exited the hotel, leaving behind only a faint smell of weewee. He must've been up there for a few hours, as I didn't see him come in. And he isn't the type of person you mistake for an actual guest. How the fuck he got into a locked conference room, I couldn't tell you. But I guess these dudes have their ways. Amusing little tidbit anyway. Oh well.... enough out of me for now. Later!