Day 16: News, 4 news and some too many

Day 16, 11/21/25
News, 4 news and some too many

Today was relativly calm, except maybe for the intense shelf re-arranging. We had 4 News (like, 4 categories of stuff we had to put on shelves today) we had :

-A french accordionist named Claudio Capeo new album. So far so good, we got only 2 vinyls and 48 standart size CDs.

-Stray Kids (KPOP) new album Do It. Now it just became hellish. For instance, Kpop artist absolutly LOVE to make the most INCONVINIENT shapes of cd crates. From rectangles to litteral books, and a triangle (don’t remember the artist tho). Everything BUT the standart CD case.

-The brand new Magic cards ‘’Avatar : The Last Airbender’’ edition. These made us re-organise a whole TG (Tête de Gondolle, which in french means… idk…. A TG is the side of a shelf that is the most exposed to the clients just casually walking by, mostly used to showcase new stuff).

-And last but not least, One piece card game ‘’Demon’s fruit Vol.3’’. These made us cry our asses off because we couldn’t put them in ‘’random anime related items’’ since they had cards in them. We had to put hem in the playing cards section which was filled to the brim. We still managed to fit 10 out of 12 i think, i don’t exactly remember.

Thankfully we had Leo with us today.

And what’s funny is… We had also received 4 pianos Olya evo from FLEURICH (don’t know if yall know), which were awaited for 2 weeks.
So we assambled one to display.

We honestly did really good today in terms of organisation.
We did get something tho.
A shop-lifting attempt.
That was half succefull.
So i’m gonna say what i understood.

Apparently, three guys entered the store to go ‘’buy’’ 4 pokemon boosters. They bought 2 out of 4 and they got away…. With the one they bought and without the one they wanted to steal… It’s what i understood.

Mathew told me : Don’t even bother trying to understand the thieves, you’ll fry your brain just by trying to imagine how their plan came to life.

We then go eat.
Someone in the dining room brought chocolates and Biscuit butter flavored, and these were absolutly crazy f**king good.
I then had the idea to go try some guitars since i kinda needed my own opinion on the guitars if a client ever wanted some help on one of hem (i don’t like to lie, so if i ever have to lie on something i’m passionate about, i’ll have a stroke).
I try 2 Shivers (the brand made by Cultura, you’ll only see them in France cause you’ll only see them in Cultura, that is only in France).

Both folks, with one that was pretty sick because its side has holes so you can hear better what you play (i mean it was more a decoration and anoter buying argument than something usefull), and the other one was just really T H I C K.

I then wanted to try some of the stratocasters we had so i could try their tremolo, which i never tried before.
I pick one up, tune it up, i go get a pick in the pick box of our table, and i start to play a little.
The guitar untunes itself quite rapidly. I examinate a little the guitar. Its a brand i absolutly don’t know, and considering the look of the guitar (and its price), i don’t think it was a very known brand.
I try the tremolo and its WAYYYYYY too sensitive.
I decide then to pick up another strat that caught my eye because it was all naked wood.
I see its a YAMAHA brand (not yamaha directly, but a brand made by yamaha it was written).
I was quite surprised to see that yamaha was doing electric guitars.
When i pick up the guitar its HEAVY as HELL. Its like massive wood, no lightweight.
I examinate it a little before playing. It’s truss rod is kinda well adjusted, its tremolo is wayyy better, but still, its a strat tremolo, you can’t do the reverse tremolo, *sob* my beloved.
I started playing and OOF, it was kinda rough, not that comfortable.
I then decided to put it back on its stand cause it was soon the end of my break.

I help Leo refill some shelves.
Then Leo around 16 (4pm) leaves cause its the end of his shift.

I help Mathew price tagging and robbing proofing loads of CDs.
We then get 2 guys coming up to us :

Client : Hello.

Mathew : Hello what can i do for you ?

Client : Well my wife talked to you on the phone about the Olya (the pianos), and i got the phonecall yall received it and i wanted to buy it.

Mathew : Well alrighty then, lemme get a cart so i can transport this to the cashier area (i don’t know how it called in english yall, friendly reminder i’m traducing all of this from french to english).

He gets a cart, i help him put a Olya on the cart then (all the teenagers that loved to pushed the shopping cart must be jealous of me) I, P U S H E D, the, C A R T.

They bought the piano, btw the piano original price is 799€, but its on promotion to 499€, so its why it was so awaited, its just a wonderfull piano at a wonderful price.

We then pushed the cart to their car, and helped them put it in the trunk.
They thanked us and we got back inside the shop.

At some point i lost Mathew, i don’t really remember why or how, and i stopped by the toy section, where some wonderfull looking booknooks are displayed :

Servane : Wonderfull, isn’t it ?

Servane is another girl in charge of the toy section, with Quentin.

Me : Yes, i just love them. My favorite is the sakura one.

Servane : Which one ?

Me : The one with the metro going over the river.

Servane : Oh yes its one of my favorites. I got so many different at home.

We discuss a lot about the booknooks, then we discuss a little about what we’re doing here, she’s here since september if i’m right, and she thought i was here till january, till i told her i was here till the 29th.

Servane : Well enjoy it while you can.

Me : I absolutly love it i find it so fun.

Servane : Trust, it’s kinda less fun when you’re employed and have bigger responsabilities.

Me : I dare to think.

I then leave her because she gets busy with a client and because we ended the conversation, and i find Mathew again.
And so i do mostly price tagging again till its the end of my shift.
My brother comes to tell me its time to go.
I pack up and say goodbye to Mathew.
I say goodbye to Servane on the way to the exit.

When i arrive on the parking, i get to the car and i see my mom, strangely, crying.
I get inside the car.
And then……
I get it….

Me : What happened ?

Mom : *sniff* our file of protection has been refused by the judge.

Fear…
It’s the first thing i felt…

Anger….
Is the second thing i felt…

Its unbelievable how one moment you’re ultra happy, and just one sentence can turn your face to pure darkness.

During the whole road back to the house, i tried not to scream because i didn’t want to make my mom get a car accident.

When we arrive home, i’m almost shaking out of anger (but not against the judge tho, against my father, the judge just triggered the anger that was left for my father). I enter the house. I zoone out for a good minute, trying not to scream.
I’m in pain.
When i go upstairs to go get my clothes to go shower, i crack out :

Me : Wish he goes f**k himself this f**king SON OF A BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I scream, i almost punch a wall but i’m not that dumb, i need my hands.
I scream from the top of my f**king lungs.
I scream.
I’m in f**king pain.
I scream.
I’m in so much pain.
Then my screams turn into tears.
I start crying infront of the door to my room.

I enter my room.
I sit on my bed.
I’m in so f**king much pain.
My mom knocks, i tell her she can enter.
She sits besides me, and i lay on her legs.
And i start crying.
Not just crying.
Screaming and crying out of pain.
Not the angry scream, the in pain scream.
I never cried this loudly.
Nor this much.
My mom cried above my head too.
We’re in so f**king much pain.

I get off her legs and stops crying.
My tears turn into the wish to kill.

I’m not the kind of guy that could kill anybody just because i wanted to, but i wanted, at this moment, to kill my father.
I want to see him dead.
I hate him.
Nah i want him to go to prison, and suffer a f**king lot.
I want him to feel how it felt to be feed everyday, have the bare essentials, but not be free.
I want him to pay us so much money he cries.
Only money matters to him.
If it was ‘’win 1€ or save this homeless man’’, he would take the 1€.
He’s probably drinking wine with his f**king shitty lawyer.
May he f**king suffocate and agonise for a good 20 minutes, hell, 30.

I was shaking out of anger.
Twitching even.
Almost felt as, if i didn’t held myself back, i would have walked to his house and killed him.
I want him to suffer like i did.
Like we did.

We tried to reconciliate ourselves, then i was a little bit calmed down.
I then do something really weird for some of you maybe, but its a thing i do.
I take a deck of messages cards from Archangel Michael, and i pray.
I tell him ‘’Dear Archangel Michael. Me, my mom and my bro suffered a lot these last hours, last days, last weeks and last month, that i need to understand why it happens to us, why this is happening, i need to understand, i need you to tell me why because i don’t understand, i need to get out of confusion. Please. Thank you thank you thank you. Amen’’.
I close my eyes and let my hand pick a card.
My hand picks and It picked a card saying :

‘’A Favorable Outcome’’
With a picture of an archangel holding the symbol of justice (the card im holding on the picture).

This almost made me tear up again.
But out of hope this time.

This is all happenning because it wasnt the time for us to get the money from my father.
He’ll soon get his retirement rights and so he’ll get more money compared to what he gets right now. If he gets more money, he’ll need to pay us more.
It wasn’t the moment.
I truly believe it.
Call me weird but i’m a true believer when it comes to that stuff.

I showed the card to my mother to cheer her up, while she was announcing to the rest of the familly the bad news.
And guess what, she gave a ‘’Page Blanche’’ to Oliver to make my father suffer (its an expression in France, it means you can do literally anything you want, a blank page).
And we’ll probably go get our stuff that is still in my fathers house via the ‘’Biker team’’ stratagem.
We don’t care, its our stuff and we technically still own the house partially. So its not tresspassing nor stealing if we take our stuff.
My bro had the best idea. He’s gonna take the pedal and the seat of the drum kit. Mostly to f**king piss off our father but also because he spent his birthday AND christmas money to buy this drumkit.

Anyway. I don’t really have much to say anymore. I’m tired. My voice is killed cause i screamed to loud. I hope the neighbors won’t freak out.
Its 23:12 (11:12 pm) as i am writing this. Goodnight.

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