Back to reality - "loster" than ever

I know, I should write about the rest of the trip to Paris... and I will, promisse you. But I have to write about the current events otherwise I'll forget all about it and I'll end up not writing in my blog at all!!!

Anyway, expect the Paris news. Now, back to London.

Since I came back from France everything's been a little strange. I haven's come back to work. In fact, I quit. I love quiting jobs... It makes me feel so free and releived... and poor as well! The thing is, I talked to Caio, who is a friend of Paula's from Porto Alegre, and he got me this job as a waitress in a hotel bar across from Glocester Road station. It's a hotel area and pretty ok. I went to the hotel this afternoon to meet the supervisors and stuff and I was supposed to start working next weekend (I'll work weekends AGAIN, from 9am to 3pm, and I'll basically serve people and prepare drinks. Yes! I'll prepare drinks, can you imagine that? All sorts of drinks like gin tonica, caipirinha and everything that's available in the bar. But it's a morning shift, so people usually don't drink alcohol; it will be basically coffee and soft drinks) but the guy had already sorted out the shifts so I'll start the weekend after next. Well, it's got a good side and a bad one. Good because I'll get to have a lie-in for one more weekend, but it's bad because I won't earn anything. And I owe and have to buy my travel card for next week so it'll definitely be difficult for me to go through next week. But I'll make it, on a tight budget, of course.
Ronaldo left to Los Angeles last Friday. He could have stayed more, but I think he needs his shitfs there so I didn't push it so much. On Saturday Paula, Ethan and I went to Greenwich to see the market. It was fun, though we didn't do much during the day. Paula had invited some friends over so they had to prepare everything to teh occasion, so we hung out in Greenwigh for a while, had some coffee and a pint at this nice pub and headed home. Paula and I went straight to Tesco to buy the things for the dinner party and it was chaos! Supermarket full of people isn't enjoyable anywhere in the world!

At about 8pm Michael and Amber arrived, so did my cousin Patricia and her friend Fernanda. The girls only stayed for like half hour because they had other plans so it was only the five of us. I call Tiago but he didn't show up.
The thing is, the TV was on when everybody arrived and they wanted to see 'The X Factor', which is kind of an British American Idol, and I was ok with that. I mean, let them see their programme! I don't mind at all! But when it finished, they starting zapping through the music channels (and there were a lot of CDs next to DVD player to be, you know, PLAYED, and they (actually Michael) kept putting on these dance music channels... what a nightmare! And they would speak about... I don't know, whatever, and it was so boring... My John Smith's didn't work this time, that's for sure... Ethan crashed on the sofa and I was like 'kill me, kill me now' and Paula was talking to them so passionately that at 1am I just grabed my beer and left to my room, didn't say good-bye to anyone.
I thought Sunday would be a lost day. We whatched 'Team America: World Police' - same guys from South Park, really funny!!! - and Paula and Ethan just felt like chilling... and I had no money, no prospects... until I got the call.
Tiago called for us to do something. He invited to go to a bar near his house and also to watch Brazilian playing Bolivia. So cool! My first Brazilian match outside Brazil! He paid for the beers and that was really kind of him... one friend help the other! That's been happening to me for a while...
There were a lot of Brazilians... they're everywhere. Every-fucking-where!
It's a cool bar, not a pub kinda place, they serve John Smith's (which is very important!) and it was fun.

For the rest of the week I basically went to school and looked for work in the High Street shops. Mailed some resumes and nw I'm waiting for the call, at least for Christmas time they've gotta hire me!!!

And tonight was pub night. I'm really short of money but I rekoned, 'well, I should socialize a little, try to get to know the other students better and stuff', but it was sooooo depressing... The thing is, most students at the pub were from Swiss-german and the other students (from Germany, France, Japan) left really early and I saw myself at the pub surrounded by swiss-german speakers who didn't make a single effort tho try to speak to me. I talked for a while with one of the guys, but than the others would ask him something and, there you go! Back to swiss-german! I felt totally a Lost in Translation kind thing, you know? Yes, I tried to socialize. Yes, I tried to make up some conversation. Yes, I tried to get to know them, but they didn't let me in, you know?
So who's not doing their part here?
I miss Paris...