I cannot believe the moxi of some people. I left my bicycle outside the parlour for five minutes, while I ran in to get my money. Some ignorant, selfish, moron stole it. Yay, for me (sic) I get to walk 5 miles home then up 7 flights of stairs. Unfortunately, the elevator in my apartment block is broken and the only way up is by stairs or freight elevator. They won't let me in the freight elevator without my bike.
So, I am going to look for a new bike after work. Work was really tough today, some clients are really demanding and have some strange requests. I know it all comes with this line of work, but sometimes it is just too much. I can't really go in to what I do for a living, but can tell you it is definitely very interesting (sic) and not for the faint of heart or too prudish.
I saw five clients today and am exhausted, but I did get a new bike... success. Here I stand awaiting the freight elevator, staring at the paint flaking from the door and asking myself why I still haven't bought my own home yet. It is not like I don't earn top dollar and definitely have the money. I just hate the whole viewing thing.
Today, I am going to bite the bullet and meet with a broker to help me find my ideal home. This coffee shop smells great, I ordered Cappucino and Pecan pie, it is really expensive here and so crowded. When mt broker arrives, she can find me at table 204 and my name is Luka
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