As if it weren't enough that last week at work was pure hell, now Four Riders of Apocalypse have decided to visit my apartment as well. I KNEW that the stupid water tap in the bathroom that got broken a few weeks ago was just the beginning of a disaster... Now, when your apartment starts falling apart around you - who you gonna call? Yes - Mr. B! But he's like half a world away right now...

So, I had to get some professional help. Someone to put the new kitchen together, and new bookshelves, and repair the shower, and change the curtains and the lamps and do all those little things that need to be done. I know it costs a lot, but I'm willing to pay, so I just need someone to get their ass over here and do it. Sounds easy? Well, it isn't. Surprisingly enough, while everybody is whining about the "big evil crisis" and lack of paying customers and while small companies are going down like butterflies after the mating season, NOBODY wants to do this stuff. It's peanuts, they say. Too small assignment to bother with.

So, after 2 days of calling around every possible company I could find in the phone book, I finally got this nice carpenter who apparently had no problems with earning a lot of money for a peanut work, and he came over on Saturday and did all that needed to be done. He did all the hard work, I repainted the walls and now my apartment looks beauuuuutiful again. BUT: When I asked him to take away the old furniture and throw it away, he couldn't do it (due to quite complicated regulations concerning the disposal of old furniture here; his company is not registered to do it and he can't transport it in his company truck blah blah). So now I'm sitting in my beauuuuuutiful apartment... on a pile of junk. And the whole story is being repeated all over again. Calling all possible transport companies, asking them to come and get it, but - hey, it's peanuts, they won't do it... And since Mr. B is the only one among my friends with a big car... well... AAAAAARGH!!!