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29 days left...
... which is great news in itself, but those 29 days promise to be really stressful.
Starting with the fact that we don't have gas in the flat, haven't had any since yesterday and won't have it back until next frigging Wednesday! Meaning we'll spent altogether 10 days without being able to cook or even make coffee.
They promised to give it back by this Friday, which is the day till which we have pre-cooked meals, meant to be warmed up in the tiny little grill/toaster thingy. We have a gas oven in the kitchen and no microwave, nor an electric coffee maker. *sigh*
We could go and eat somewhere on other days than just Sunday. But, and that's the second source of utter joy, I work in a permanent afternoon shift, meaning that I leave home around 11 o'clock and don't get back before 6 pm. Also, we'll have to work on Saturday this week, too, so another chance to eat outside is gone.
I'll have to take Mum to the eye doctor (what's the correct English word for that?) on Thursday. We've got an appointment at 9am. I'll have to be at work by midday, and the doctor's practice is on the other end of the city. Budapest is a frigging large city, so we need at least an hour and a half to get there. So I might have to leave her alone if the visit takes too long, and she'll have to take a taxi to get home. Not a cheap adventure.
These are the joys of this week only. And only those I already know of. I'm sure I'll have such "lovely" surprises for the rest of my working days, too.
Starting with the fact that we don't have gas in the flat, haven't had any since yesterday and won't have it back until next frigging Wednesday! Meaning we'll spent altogether 10 days without being able to cook or even make coffee.
They promised to give it back by this Friday, which is the day till which we have pre-cooked meals, meant to be warmed up in the tiny little grill/toaster thingy. We have a gas oven in the kitchen and no microwave, nor an electric coffee maker. *sigh*
We could go and eat somewhere on other days than just Sunday. But, and that's the second source of utter joy, I work in a permanent afternoon shift, meaning that I leave home around 11 o'clock and don't get back before 6 pm. Also, we'll have to work on Saturday this week, too, so another chance to eat outside is gone.
I'll have to take Mum to the eye doctor (what's the correct English word for that?) on Thursday. We've got an appointment at 9am. I'll have to be at work by midday, and the doctor's practice is on the other end of the city. Budapest is a frigging large city, so we need at least an hour and a half to get there. So I might have to leave her alone if the visit takes too long, and she'll have to take a taxi to get home. Not a cheap adventure.
These are the joys of this week only. And only those I already know of. I'm sure I'll have such "lovely" surprises for the rest of my working days, too.
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eye doctor is fine. But officially, the kind that most people see for glasses and etc is the optometrist, and the kind that you go to for bigger problems is the medical doctor- ophthalmologist.
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