Factotum

Factotum
"noun [C] FORMAL
a person employed to do all types of jobs for someone:
She was a general factotum at the restaurant - washing dishes, cleaning the floors and polishing the furniture." (Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dicionary)

I love Bukowski. I really do. When I remember that I'm eventually gonna run out of stories makes me feel depressed. I know he wrote many poems, but I just don't understand poetry. As I learned in class one of these days 'Most people ignore poetry because poetry ignores most people'. I'm most people. Not special, not fucked up, just an ordinary bastard. Well, maybe with a foot on the fucked up side.

Last week I opened up the Ritzy programme for the next two months (Ritzy is the movie theater in Brixton) and, to my surprise, on the 18th it's Factotum's opening night. Starring Matt Dillon. I couldn't believe my eyes! But I must tell you that I shouldn't keep my expectations too high because the movie might stink, so let's wait and see if it's good.

I went to Waterstone's and bought the book. Bukowski, always Bukowski.
"When I got Back to Los Angeles I found a cheap hotel just off Hoover Street and stayed in bed and drank. I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat."

I went to the quickest job interview this afternoon. I mentioned that I might switch shifts and work nights during the week, which would be a lot better than right now. I talked to the general manager and he asked me if I had experience working at night. Come on! I'm not working the whole night, it would be 6 hours, from 5:30pm to 11:30pm. I told him I really wanted the job and that I was willing to go there one or two days this week to see how they work and what they do. He gave me the 'I'll let you know' routine. Bastard.
I've been working weekends, and weekends ONLY, since I got here and I'm starting to feel tired. I know I'm lazy, I've always been. But this is not right. I came back from the hotel straight home and almost fell asleep on the tube. Yesterday I got home from work, ate, went to my room and slept for 2 hours. Then I watched some TV and at 11pm I was already sleeping. What's going on?

"You gave the boss eight hours, and he always asked for more. He never sent you home after six hours, for example. You might have time to think."

It's been cold today. This morning it was about 4ºC. I took a picture of what was the first sign of what they say it's gonna be one of the worst winters in a long time. They're saying -18ºC!!!
There was ice on the top of the roof. Frosty roof...