There's always something... - Vol.2

There's always something, somebody...
A few weeks ago I wrote about how good things were at work, that I'd finally found a job which at the end of the day, even being tired, I could say 'It's been a nice day'. Well, things might change and I'm always the last one to know - of course, they were talking behind my back.

What's the most difficult thing for me to understand is why people are constantly trying to fuck other people, not sexually. I mean, if I was working for a multinational and the position of Senior-Executive in Europe was being offered to the one who has the best results, fine; but gossip in a cafe? Come-fucking-on!

Yesterday was my day off and I was so happy about it. I studied in the library, walked on Oxford St trying to find a coat (unsuccessfully), went to Tesco Trafalgar Square, saw a cute guy, bought a bottle of vodca for the weekend, got the bus home, had dinner with my sister, watched a pretty good movie - 'Beyond the Sea', Bob Darin's biography - and went to bed ready for the next day.
Class was ok, had lunch and some cigarettes with my classmate Minsoo, got to the cafe and started working.
At the end of Claudia's shift she says 'I need to talk to you about what's been said about you'. I freaked. 'What's going on?'
Claudia tells me that bastard Rafel was talking to Silvio about me not cleaning things properly in the kitchen. They had problems with the dishwashing machine and it turned out that it was dirty. Well, I didn't work the day before, but it was my fault for sure. The girls in the morning don't clean the dishes before throwing them inside the goddamn thing (I found a plastic spoon inside the filter) and it's all my fault. Now the guy thinks I don't do anything right. Another thing she told me was about finding something to do when it's not busy. I always try to do something no to be just standing there, but sometimes there's literally nothing to do, so I drink some water (I'm humam, I need it to be alive), go to the bathroom, talk to the others a little. But THEY can read the paper or talk on their mobiles or with the boyfriends who pop in.

I got so mad and Claudia noticed. She said to me not to be upset, that she just wanted me to know what's been going on and that I should be careful with them, because they're always scratching each other's back and I'm the one out of the loop. I must have said ten words the whole afternoon, wasn't rude but wasn't nice either. I just did my fucking job and waited for 8pm to come, and it kinda came fast.

I just said 'bye, see you tomorrow' and left. Bastards.
I'm soooo pissed. Soooo pissed. I still have three more days this week to work. Looking forward to Sunday, which is my day off again.
I'm pissed at the bastard who likes to gossip. I bought some cigarettes from him last week and today he asked me if I told other people that he's selling cigarettes. I said I did but they weren't interested at the moment, but I'd let him know if someone wanted it. Yeah, right.... Me buying cigarettes from him again? He wishes... I rather pay double than giving that bastard my money.