Paranoia and other pleasant things

Dana B breaks heart ; Ada breaks heart of her old car

My blonde nurse received two huge hits in the last 24 hours. Her boyfriend has to go back to Italy and she was told she will be working on the Neurology ward from now on.

The guy - Mircea - has tried to hold on to the money earned in Italy as much as possible. He also tried to find work. Fact is, money tends to dissapear when your car’s tank goes empty every two weeks and partying is done on your expense - and good paying jobs are hard to find over here if you don’t hold the right degree. So when his buddies found him a good contract in Rome, he knew he couldn’t say no. He promised he’ll be back for Christmas. She was quiet and red-faced all day.

The Neurology is bad because the Chief nurse hates her guts ever since Dana came in the hospital - after all she didn’t go with a stuffed envelope or a bag full of goods to the Chief before employment, nor is she accustomed to kissing ass until it becomes shiny. Couple this with the fact that Dana isn’t exactly the quick type and you’ll get the recipe for a big, old fashioned work conflict. She’s seriously considering moving to her sister in Spain and that might be the best solution at this moment.

I, on the other hand, had a gorgeous day - we went for a drive test with Robi for our new car. Nope, no Dacia Logan was involved. We decided to add a couple more Euros to the loan and get a 11, 300 euro Citroen C3 (with the price taken down to 10 000 by a promotion). 2 Airbags, ABS, EBD, climatisation, Servo brakes, the whole enchillada. That car literally purred. We reserved a red beauty that we’ll probably own in a month or so, if all goes well. I swear I could see panic emanating from our old Dacia when we descended from the C3 - after all, she’ll be taken to the junkyard and pressed into a cube when the new one is bought.

I just hope she won’t go suicidal before we take her there.

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