Tonight i will find out about that music!
Yesterday was all work. Work work work work work. Bluncke, get me some cylinders. Bluncke, take this to electronics. Bluncke, smoothen these squares. Bluncke, take this to basement level 1-C, room D-01 and make sure you don't forget to ask if the pieces are ready for fire testing, and also stop into basement level 3-F, room A-02 and see if they need any more armour plated cylinders. And Bluncke, get me a coffee.
It is not really bad work, just a bit tiring. I kind of like it though because since i left my cell i have been slack when it comes to keeping fit so at least this way i am getting lots of cardio exercise. I will be super lean when i get home, hopefully. Super fit! Tim seems to have taken a liking to me, and he often says 'Bluncke, you could well be the next best thing here, what with your willingness to do things you don't understand and also in the way you keep getting me coffees.'
Then he slaps me on the back and laughs, but i wish he would not do that, because he is a big man and he doesn't hold back on the slapping power.
Ooh! Something interesting did happen yesterday actually! I met a guy in the lift, and i am going to meet up with him later tonight at the bar. His name is Grung. Or at least that's what it says on his name tag bit anyway. We got to talking because the elevator is a bit slow and some of the basement levels are super far underground. He likes some of the music i like (the beatles, yeah! the pillows, yeah! hepcat, yeah!), and we also talked about videogames, which he has not played in an awful long time, but still loves.
And in my own personal opinion, dig dug and frogger will always be fantastic games.
So tonight i'm going to the bar with everyone because that's what everyone does on saturdays. Everyone usually wears their uniform because they don't actually have any other clothes that are worth wearing, and most of the workers actually live in the factory domitories, which are, i am told, somewhere on basement level 5-D.
Maybe guitar girl lives somewhere down there?
But Grung said he would take me to a jazz band afterwards, because there is this little bar ("like, totally super tiny, you dig?" is what Grung said), and it stays open until sunrise. These crazy cats, Grung said, they play their jazz music 'til their ears are bleeding and the jazz gods are more than appeased. It sounds awesome, and i love jazz music because it's just so free and it can go everywhere.
Ooh, speaking of, i should get going!
Wish me luck! Tonight i intend to find out why guitar girl's music sounds so beautifully sad!
Go Blake, Go!
Blake out.
It is not really bad work, just a bit tiring. I kind of like it though because since i left my cell i have been slack when it comes to keeping fit so at least this way i am getting lots of cardio exercise. I will be super lean when i get home, hopefully. Super fit! Tim seems to have taken a liking to me, and he often says 'Bluncke, you could well be the next best thing here, what with your willingness to do things you don't understand and also in the way you keep getting me coffees.'
Then he slaps me on the back and laughs, but i wish he would not do that, because he is a big man and he doesn't hold back on the slapping power.
Ooh! Something interesting did happen yesterday actually! I met a guy in the lift, and i am going to meet up with him later tonight at the bar. His name is Grung. Or at least that's what it says on his name tag bit anyway. We got to talking because the elevator is a bit slow and some of the basement levels are super far underground. He likes some of the music i like (the beatles, yeah! the pillows, yeah! hepcat, yeah!), and we also talked about videogames, which he has not played in an awful long time, but still loves.
And in my own personal opinion, dig dug and frogger will always be fantastic games.
So tonight i'm going to the bar with everyone because that's what everyone does on saturdays. Everyone usually wears their uniform because they don't actually have any other clothes that are worth wearing, and most of the workers actually live in the factory domitories, which are, i am told, somewhere on basement level 5-D.
Maybe guitar girl lives somewhere down there?
But Grung said he would take me to a jazz band afterwards, because there is this little bar ("like, totally super tiny, you dig?" is what Grung said), and it stays open until sunrise. These crazy cats, Grung said, they play their jazz music 'til their ears are bleeding and the jazz gods are more than appeased. It sounds awesome, and i love jazz music because it's just so free and it can go everywhere.
Ooh, speaking of, i should get going!
Wish me luck! Tonight i intend to find out why guitar girl's music sounds so beautifully sad!
Go Blake, Go!
Blake out.
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