It’s March 19th, around 11 AM and you’re still in bed. Your girlfriend has already been awake since 8 AM, it’s actually the first time she woke up before you did. Suddenly a guy starts ringing the bell, you ignore it for the first few minutes as you weren’t expecting anybody. However, after several minutes the person continues to ring the bell and also started hitting the door causing an awful amount of noise. So you and your lazy ass decide to go downstairs with the intention of shouting at the guy and telling him to fuck off, only to notice it’s that very same guy who shut down the electricity about two months earlier.

That unlucky person was me. For the second time in 4 months since I’ve been renting this dorm the power has been shut off because the landlord didn’t pay his bills. The first time he didn’t pay for 6 months and we got cut of for about 2,5 days. Once he paid we got our electricity back and we were all happy. You’d expect that the landlord learned his lesson and would start paying his bills in time, but no. He didn’t. It’s been about 36 hours since we were cut off for the second time as mister lazy-douchebag-who-spends-all-his-money-on-you-know-what-I-mean didn’t pay for the last two or three months either.

Luckily I have a full-time job, this means a power outage isn’t too bad as I can still steal the Wifi at work. The problem however is that it’s really hard to take a warm shower or cook a meal (or even make tea) without electricity. It get’s even worse when your landlord calls you telling you never paid him. Wait what? I didn’t pay him at all? If not having electricity was bad enough it now also seems that €980 euros has suddenly been lost. Shit.

After verifying the account I sent the money to it seemed it was the account of the mediator of the apartment, not the landlord. When I called the mediator he was as confused as the landlord as he (and the landlord) don’t really bother to check their bank account on a regular basis. “You know, that account is mainly used to pay taxes and such. Therefore any money sent to it is used to pay something off almost instantly, so it’s pretty much gone,” said the mediator. Too bad for him I’m not going to just let him have those 980 euros, it’s simply too much money that was meant to be used to rent a new apartment together with the misses.

And now I’m here, sitting on my bed in a room filled with candles. It’s actually pretty romantic, even the toilet has 3 of them. Imagine taking a huge dump while you are surrounded by candles and roses while a guy plays the violin. That’s how the toilet looks like right now, minus the roses and the music. Too bad I still don’t have my money. I managed to pay the landlord so that he stopped bitching about his money, but I still have to wait before the mediator pays me back. If I don’t have my money before the 1st of April I might consider sending a repo man to the mediator’s house to make sure I’m getting my money. Yes I know, that makes me sound like a douche who only cares about money, but remember kids, it’s freaking 980 euros I’m talking about. That’s 356 boxes of candles (each contains 200 candles), 653 ice creams, 16 pairs of jeans, 81 boxes of condoms and 4 months of rent. In short, a lot.

That’s enough for today, I’m going to sleep in my room filled with candles. We’ll see where this train ends tomorrow.