This Week, short version

Monday: I got a mysterious phone call from a guy who had seen this job listing posted by Yours Truly, turns out he runs his own magazine and wanted me to help get it finished by Thursday. After my impromptu job interview, I go immediately to the nearest Tesco and buy a dress shirt and pants.

Tuesday: I woke up at 7:30 a.m., got to work by 9, realized after two hours that I hated it, left at 17:30, stumbled around Anděl for half an hour until I finally found the basement office of Instigator Media Group, proud publishers of ProvokatoR.org. I got acquainted with the fiery Marika Ley and her coterie of international volunteer talent. Then => home => sleep =>

Wednesday: Awake again at 7:30, oh god, at least at noon I had an excuse to leave the offices of Roberts Publishing and meet with Aja, a Czech girl offering a job in a preschool. I got lost of course, peed in some barely obscured bushes because I didn't realize the bus ride out there lasts 22 minutes, then wandered up and down a quaint cobblestone neighborhood until I found the school. Inside the walls are orange, the kids are hyperactive and the job was already mine. Pay is 14,000 Kč ($842.96) a month. I start training on Monday. I went to The Globe, then to the restaurant Velryba for gnocchi in spinach and cheese sauce. Then => home => sleep =>

Thursday: Groaned, woke up, got dressed in fancy clothes for third straight day, stumbled to metro, read Infinite Jest on way to Václavské náměstí which is where I work(ed [heh]), went up to the third floor, sat in a chair for eight-and-a-half-hours listening to stressed journalists speak in Czech and cuss in English. I spent as much time reading about the G1 as I did poring over articles about office park development negotiations in Bucharest, but at least I didn't fall asleep. Got out of there, went to Provokator, helped work on page design for a bit, goofed around with Peter some. Left around 20:00 => home, watched the last two days' worth of The Daily Show/Colbert Report => nap until 0:00. Then, hungry but disgusted by kitchen, I took to fixing things up. Now the clean dish drying area doesn't smell like horse stable urine, there's a clear separation between clean and dirty areas, there're ice cubes solidifying in the scraped-out freezer, the silverware tray is spotless as is its corresponding drawer, the kitchen floor is swept, new sponges found and dirty old disgusting boxes, bags and other kitchen trivia thrown away. Mom you would be proud of me.

Now it's 7:05 a.m. and I haven't gone to sleep yet and I don't know if I am expected in to work in.. two hours but I decided not long after midnight that I wasn't going to go in because well reasons I will explain in the expanded version that will follow what is shortly sure to be a highly reenergizing sleep and breakfast. Just as soon as I go buy cereal, milk, more sponges, a bedroom rug, dish soap, laundry detergent, future, life, sanity.

Mom's reward for reading this far: you can ship a box of stuff to me at my roommate's work because there's no place for packages to go here, but I don't have his address yet. Needed:

Winter jacket

Winter (Alaskan)  jeans

Two to five (2-5) dress shirts

All toboggans you can find (esp. red Zisou)

Any dress pants

Any pajama pants, from heaviest to lightest

Australia hat

Fill in all empty spaces with socks