Jan 07

(Hard) Nipp(l)y weather

Published by DutchBitch under WTF?

As at Penelope’s end, we’re experiencing the same kind of Big Freeze over here in Dutchyland weatherwise as well…

From some sappy, rainy, drizzly weather during the holidays and after NYE, we’ve suddenly gone to fucking cold freezing weather. Nightly temps are dropping to -20C (-4F) these days and during the day they barely manage to get up to -7C (19F).

:cold *Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* :cold


freezingI am half expecting some penguins to waggle alongside the appartment anytime soon!

Shaddup! I know you in the North America’s and Canada will be howling with laughter at our whimpy attitude but I think it’s been about 20-30 years since our country has experienced temperatures like this. Our country and it’s inhabitants are not prepared for shit like this anymore these days.

To top it off I forgot to leave the car off the handbreak last night. If I’m lucky it’s frozen solid… I am sure The Kid will hate that, that I won’t be able to take him to school this a.m. Ha! Not that it would be any better if I can drive off as the roads are extremely slippery judging from this a.m.’s weather report on TV…

Wish me luck!

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Jan 06

Attention is overrated

Published by DutchBitch under The Kid

Yeah, so when I was ill for 2 days straight,  right after Christmas, I was basically dragging my ass around in between the bedroom, the bathroom and the couch… First day I was even pretty much incapable of doing anything, drifting in and out of fever induced sleep…

The Kid is great about days like that. He can keep himself perfectly busy playing PC games, watching TV, playing his Nintendo DS, playing with his LEGO, reading his book(s), or whatever else. I hardly hear a peep out of him. And he was so sweet taking care of me (well, aside from that one time he thought it was reaaaaallly funny to wake me up out of a nap, to ask me something, by very loudly saying “Mommmm…” while having his face right up to my face *sigh*)…

So… still… being his Mom, I feel all shitty about being ill and not being able to give him the attention he deserves, and I tend to ask him every once in a while “if he’s still doing ok, if he’s still having a good time“…

OK, so I ask him several times a day… maybe a bit more…Shaddup!

It was only a matter of time -as he lets out a sigh at some occassions before replying “I am fine, Mom“- before he would decide to be one step ahead of me. The second day I was ill and dragging my ass from the bedroom to the couch, cuz I at least want to give him sóme idea of being there for him, the following conversation developed.

DutchBitch: “I will be in the living room, on the couch, Hon
The Kid: “Yeah, I’m gonna play “Star Wars” on the PC for a bit, is that OK, Mom?
DutchBitch: “Sure Hon, Sure

DB dragging ass, and duvet, and pillow, and The Guy’s shirts, and laptop, and cell phone to big red couch in living room, passing door of The Kid’s roomblablabla-bsticker1

The Kid: “Yeah so Mom… You don’t have to ask me if I am having a good time today, ok? Because I am, already

* DANG *

Yeah, I guess it was only a matter of time before The Kid would be telling me in his own personal lingo “Stop nagging me about it, bitch! Just sit on the couch, be sick and leave me in peace

And really? I can’t blame him, I probably would’ve done the same…  At least that’s one thing I don’t have to wonder about where he gets it from

:mrgreen:

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Jan 05

No Brainer Burger

Published by DutchBitch under Bitchslap, Fucktard Alert

One of the Dutch department store chains, called “Bijenkorf” is known for their pretty awesome restaurant. It’s the kind where they make the food while you wait: fresh grilled salmon, pasta, salads, sandwiches, stir fries, and really lean burgers with fries, very yummy!

It is also a great restaurant to take The Kid to, when we’re doing some shopping and don’t have time or the peace of mind to sit down in a “real” restaurant. I frequently visited the one in The Hague, which has excellent service (it’s the one where the manager replaced my full tray of food, even though me dropping it all on the floor was mý bad).

Not so much in Amsterdam the other day. Yes, it was busy, but The Hague is always busy as well, and Yes, I do think that their staff should be trained to handle that.

bijenkorf-restaurant

So there I was, with The Kid, in line to get ourselves some veal burgers. This one guy was manning the station, just like the guy in their The Hague store always is, and he came up to us and asked us for our order. I ordered 2 veal burgers and asked him very specifically to HOLD THE CHEESE.

Yeah, you can just feel this one coming on, right? Right!

He was flipping away burgers, doing 5 orders at a time. For some reason, though it never fails in their The Hague store, and the guy had actually repeated the order and not shown any signs of not “getting it”, he had activated my asshole radar and I was watching him like a hawk. And sure enough, I saw his hand reach for the cheese tray once, twice, three times… and then he reached for it again. Now there was only our 2 burgers left on the grill, so he had no business reaching for the cheese. So I swiftly avoided that mistake by kindly drawing his attention to the fact that I had actually ordered 2 burgers withóut cheese. He looked at me kinda puzzled and said “You did?” which I reconfirmed and he put away the cheese.

Whew…

Uh Huh… He was working on, taking orders from people behind me in the queue now and shoving my burgers aside to put on some new ones and sure enough… there it was again… that hand, reaching for the cheese tray… and this time I was too late, or rather he was. By the time he had actually replied to my outcry, he had already slapped cheese on one of the burgers. I finally got his attention and informed “Sunshine” that he had done it again. He swiftly shoved the cheese off the burger, at which point I told him that that was not acceptable to me, and then while putting a new burger, shot me a killing look…

BAD decision. Cuz if he thought I was his worst nightmare before, I was now!

I was almost sitting ON the grill now, while I noticed that his stupidity was not going unnoticed in the rest of the queue. And then it happened… It was friggin busy, he had already made the same mistake twice and then Guy 2 came into the equation. Obviously the first thing you would do, if Guy 2 comes over to take over your shift, is inform him about what you are doing, right? Well, of course… Unless you are too busy reviewing the new female store clerks together… I mean, ya know, it being insanely busy… that’s what you do when you change shifts… So Guy 1 goes on to filling the trays with garnish and Guy 2 starts flipping burgers…

At this very point I hissed at The Kid, who was rolling his eyes as much as him Mom: “If this asshole puts cheese on the burgers, we’re outta here”… He didn’t let us down. In a split second there was a big fat slice of mozarella on our burgers… I scraped my tray off the counter, The Kid did the same, we turned and walked off… and so did half of the queue that was behind us…

And then, get this… Guy 1 came after us, g.r.a.b.b.i.n.g me by the arm, asking me if we realized that once I had placed the order, it was mandatory to take and pay for it.

emptybrainSo… whaddayathink? I upped and left? I ignored him? Hell to the Naw! I turned towards him, look at him with an icy stare, told him to get his fucking paw of my arm, and to THINK about WHY it was that I was leaving and thén I walked off… He was left in utter confusion judging by the look on his face. That is HOW STUPID he was, apparently… I could just hear the draft howl through his empty brain cavity. A short term memory the size of an ant’s…

I put in an official complaint at the store’s management. Complete with the grill station it happened at, date and time I was there… Do NOT fuck with a bitches food when she’s hungry, ok? Just don’t! And certainly do NOT put your paws on any part of my body when you feel you require an explanation for your own stupidity… It was a shame that I hadn’t put on my stiletto’s instead of my comfy warm boots…

I wonder what the complaint outcome will be… Fucking twat asshole!

UPDATE: I just got an email from the Customer Service Dept. The guy was reprimanded and he’s being sent on a mandatory customer service course. Muaahahahahahahahahaaaa!!! Oh, and we got a free meal and drinks for 2 out of it!!! Yay!

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Jan 04

Break? What break? Give me a break…

broken_glassbreak

[a brief rest, as from work]

[to smash, split, or divide into parts violently; reduce to pieces or fragments]

/

/

?

Yeah, I had to look it up for a minute, what exactly it means again, Christmas Break… Cuz I kept wondering when it was starting.

I’ve pretty much spent my Christmas Break ill, taking care of a sick kid, worrying my head off about The Guy and his dad and being bothered by the stalker. Pretty much every night at least one of them kept me from getting a good night’s sleep. And I am exhausted…

The one day stomach bug lasted for over a week in my body, The Kid has been sick of the bug twice now.

The heart attack and surgery of The Guy’s dad has rocked my world. Especially as it is fucking hard to feel so powerless at 4,000 miles away and due to communication restraints hardly any information is coming through. Which is totally understandable, as The Guy had a lot to deal with at his end, and so I don’t blame him on that one for a second, but it dóes make it very hard to know what is going on and what to think at times.

And I miss him, incredibly… Goddammit! I just want a fucking chance to jump into his arms at the airport. Sheesh! I just want to feel his body against mine, his breath on my face, his lips on mine, his eyes to gaze in, his arms to snuggle up to (and yes, ok, Hon, I admit, to drool over when I fall asleep)

And the stalker… well, he’s clearly not taken a Christmas Break. In fact, he’s been at it more frequently than ever. I have been over to the police twice, they are surveilling my apartment, but up to now there is no trace of him. My downstairs neighbour thinks she saw him twice so there is a pretty good description of him now, but it doesn’t ring any bells with me.

So I am ex.haus.ted. And last night I finally thought I was gonna get it: some hours of well deserved sleep… Yeah, that was until The Kid got out of his bed and informed me that he was having a stomach ache… again…

Yeah, say Hello to Puke Central… again… I have been lying next to him one arm holding him while he tried to sleep, other arm next to the bed grabbing hold of a bucket in order to be able to swing that round onto the bed when I needed to… and I did… several times…

It’s the LAST day of what they call Christmas Break… And if I am reallly lucky tonight will be my turn to puke my guts out again, but let’s for arguments sake say that this time I get off easy, because I deserve it…

I am not whining or feeling depressed. I mean, it’s getting too absurd to even feel like that. I am kinda stunned really. WTF is it with these “breaks” in this house that they mostly get fucked up by something? I mean it is un.be.lie.va.ble…

OK, I’ll have to swing that bucket over to The Kid now for the kazillionth time… And get ready to get back to the office tomorrow… I’ll just kick Christmas “Break” in the ass and be done with it… and wait for the next break… In May or summin…

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Jan 03

I Want To Be Barbie

Published by DutchBitch under Funny Shit

oveah-gangsta-bitch-barbie

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