Another day, another dollar... pound... whatever

I must be a moron. I must have some kind of brain damage, should have gone to special school or something...
I can't understand why everything is so fucking difficult to me (you see? I can't understand anything... 'sucker' lollypop instead of my head)

A job that basically ANYONE with half-brain cell can do is my new nightmare. People who don't speak a funcking word in English manage to make a living waiting tables and I can't.
I don't understant the drinks, I don't understand how the cash register works, I don't understand what costumers are saying, I don't understand what the staff is saying... I should be part of a medical research! IT'S UNBELIVEABLE!

I'm not even saying what went on this afternoon because it's embarrissing. I think Steven really feels sorry for me and I feel like killing myself. I mean, it's not rocket science but in the planet that live it must be!
It took me two hours to get home because I wanted to save like 4 pounds not having bought the tube pass. I got totally pissed and am still in a horrible mood. All I wanted to do after work was to have a few pints in a pub, not drinking beer at home; but the thing is that I'm skint and wouldn't have any money until Wednesday, which is the day that I (hopefully!) get paid.
When my shift ended and I went to the bathroom to change, I saw three messages on my mobile. The first from my cousin Patricia inviting me to go to Camden Town with a friend of hers to have a few pints. The second message was from Ricardo, inviting me to go to Candem Town to have a few pints along with his sister. Man, apparently all roads lead to Candem Town! The third message was Paula telling me to buy some milk at Sansbury's (because Tesco doesn't have the brand they drink). Back to real life! Milk at Sansbury's it is! I missed the bus 74 from Gloucester Rd to Baker Street, where I would take nbr 2 to come home. I waited for about 10 minutes and the bus was full of people. The driver didn't even stop at the next bus stop, which really made two guys feel like beating the bastard up. Everybody got off at Harrods, of course, and I went to the upper deck. I was listening to Erlon Chaves but he didn't seem to help at all... Changed buses and was on my way to Brixton. The Daylight Saving finished on Saturday and at 4:30pm it was already night, so wierd.

I went to the market but at 5pm there's nothing on the shelves. I hadn't had luch and bought a sandwich, I've been having a lot of sandwiches lately. I went to the Milk & Juice shelf and, of course, the milk I was supposed to buy had been gone. I bought some other organic brand which 'helps the cows from Africa'.
Don't feel like talking to anyone.

I'm going to continue handing CVs and filling application forms. Got rejected from Waterstone's, many stores have finished with the Christmas selections.
Another day, another pound... another little pound...

"Another Day, Another Dollar" - Alison Krauss

Another day, another dollar
That's what I'm working for today
Another day, another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away

I'm just trying to make a living
Working jobs that I enjoy
But it ain't easy finding something
For this lonesome-hearted boy

Another day, another dollar
That's what I'm working for today
Another day, another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away

You know my life is like a highway
Just too many roads to take
You know I'll try to take the right one
Just gets harder every day

Another day, another dollar
That's what I'm working for today
Another day, another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away

Another day, another dollar
That's what I'm working for today, hey
Another day, another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away

Another day, another dollar
Sure can't buy my blues away