I'm still in the company flat as I haven't got any Internet in the new flat so far but that should be sorted next week. Telefonica said that they will need 4 days to sort me out. I think that's abosolutely brilliant. Yesterday I began to bring some of the heavy boxes to the flat and basically starting to move in. I parked my car in the underground garage and from there I put all my stuff in the lift and wanted to go on the floor where my flat is. I obviously blocked the lift door so I could calmly put all teh boxes from the car in it.
Eh, well, the lift didn't like that and decided not to do anything anymore. It's about 37 degrees outside and I can't get the lift moving. "you are joking me" "oh my god that can't be true!" "oh, fuck off you fucking piece of fucking technology" "MOVE YOU FUCKER"
Those are pretty much exactly the things I was screaming towards the lift getting louder at the end. So I considered my options.
1. Bring the stuff upstairs using the staircase (I live on the first floor so from the undergroung garage it is two floors up and an estimated 36 - 44 steps.
2. Bring the stuff back to the car, drive up in front of the house to the ground floor and get the stuff up to the flat using the staircase between floor 0 and floor one something between 16 to 22 steps.
3. Get the stuff back in the car and wait till the lift gets repaired next week and try again then.
4. Leave the stuff where it is, go down the road and find some kids that would carry the stuff up into my flat for a rediculous underpayment.
Well I went for option one and had gone up and down 11 times so far. Sweating like a polar bear in a sauna. One box left in the lift.
I just came back out from the appartment to go back down to get this last fucking box when I can hear "ding dong" from the lift that arrived on my floor, opening the doors and showing that it carried up the last box for me. If I would not have been that exhausted I obv would have exploded and probably puked in the lifts face but I just didn't have any energy left. It was completely silent around but it felt like I heard the lift laughing at me in ear-deafening noise.
I'll definitely get him back. At the latest that will be the first time when I come home pissed and have a wee into the corner of that cunt. I called the lift Eddie btw.
Contrary to what I said last week I didn't go and play cash that day and didn't go the next day either. I went the last two days and they have truly been exciting rollercoaster rides.
Friday started super bad again running KK into AA again! The pot was actually a 4 way all-in with two shorties involved as well that had KJ and A9s. Was an early hit. A few hands later I see KK again and make standard raise UTG and get called by UTG+1. Everybody else folded! Wtf! I flop a set, make a super weak c-bet and opponent snap folds. I make £5.50 profit in that hand.
Suddenly a second table opens and a group of young spaniards and two girls sit down at the table. Me and my mate from work instantly stand up sit down at the other table with the max buy-in of £150. UTG raises to 6 and I make it 16 with AA UTG+1. UTG calls with now about £50 behind and we see a 734 rainbow flop. The girl checks to me and my bet gets check/raised by her. I move all in and she goes in the tank and finally calls me with AK. Ship.
I am not gonna write everything down as most of you guys are probably sick of reading about a poker hand. So I am only gonna report two more hands.
I got 52cc OTB. There are 4 limpers in already and CO makes it 4. I call and the BB suddenly makes it 10. One limper calls, CO calls. How could I fold here for £6 into £35. Flop is KJ5 two clubs. This is probably the best I could have hoped for. BB bets 10 and the two other players fold. I decide to play my draw passively and flat it. Turn is blank and BB bets 10 again. I flat it again and the river is the much needed Queen of clubs. BB now checks and I decided to move all in (something I learned to do in the right spots against a certain kind of player) for about 90 quid and the spaniard snap calls with AJo. LOL. When he saw my flush he was like "oh no, didn't see the flush, oh no" Brilliant. Third pair FTW.
Now in between I lost two biggish pots with 98 and top two against the turned higher top two and with 88 on a 8KK board when the turn brought another K to counterfit my set and make AA hold up.
I am down quite a bit when the dealer announces "last three hands". In the penultimate hand I find 88 again we see a six way raised pot. I flop a set again. Cut off bets 20. I call. BB calls. UTG calls. ?!?.
I decide to donk the turn for £60 and get two calls. I move all in on the river when the board pairs and get two calls again. I show my hand and both of them muck. I win a £500 pot to bring a tidy £270 profit for the night. Man was I happy about this hand.
Yesterday was fun as well but I don't think anyone wants to read more poker stuff now. So may be later. Yesterday's profit was £75 btw.
Just if you are wondering about the title of the post. Yesterday I stepped on my scale the first time for weeks and 88,3 kg was what it said to me. Meaning I have lost ca. 22 kg so far this year. This is more than 3 Stone!
Tournaments:
Played: 4
buy ins: £120 (rake included)
Winnings: £250
Profit: £130
Cash:
sessions played: 10
profit: £599
Roulette:
sessions played: 3
profit: -£38
Total: £ 691
