30p raise

Hey man, I've become part of society. Working my ass off for the money, studying for the upcoming test and earning pounds... now 30p more per hour. Hooray!

My manager is off on vacation and comes back next Friday, so Elina and I went up a notch in the cafe and Silvio told me today that next week I'll be receiving 30p more. Man, finally some "finacial recognition"...
Rafal came back from his vacation and he brought me a gift for Poland: beer, of course! Man, I never thought I would say this but I missed this guy, specially the past two weeks, when a bitter-sour woman was filling in for him. Her name is Marilene, Brazilian, and the best description of her is the title I gave her: bitter-sour. You know, she kinda reminded me of the motherfucker Dada from the hotel I used to work in. If there's a person whose mission is making your life miserable for the moment you set foot at work until you go home, man, that's gotta be her...
We had a row on the first day Rafal was off, because she thought she was the head-chef or something, and she told everybody the next day that she would fuck me big time. She talked to Silvio about me, because I yelled at her and stuff. Yes, I yelled at her. Yes, I was rude. But she was trying to change the whole working process and this just made me soooo mad..... I lost it, alright.
The interesting thing is that Silvio NEVER talked to me about her, as in calling me to his office and trying to sort things out, you know? Because for sure he knew who he was dealing with, so I guess he didn't even bother.
Bottom line is: she quit, or was "invited" to quit, I don't know, her leaving was kinda blurry and people involved didn't want to talk about it much.

Anyway, she's gone now, thank God, and things are pretty much good there. I mean, not everything. My good friend Fernanda is going back to Brazil because of family affairs. Family affairs.... they're the worst. Long story short: her husband who's not really her husband was denied entry in London and now she's kinda being blackmailed to come back to Brazil to give him the Portuguese passaport. To make matters worse, they have a 9-year-old son together and the kid really misses her. So she made up her mind, she's going right after Roger Waters' gig and hopefully she'll be back a month from her departure.

I met with Sa today! It was a really short get together, an hour or so because they were all going to a restaurant in Clapham, but it was totally worth it. She said I didn't change a bit since last time she saw me (which in a way is kinda good), and she looked the same as well, only not blond anymore. We had a few laughs and now next meeting will be in Paris (hopefully!!!!)
Leti was together with us and then Prizinha came afterwards for a while. They were talking about their trip to Germany on The World Cup's Final. Man, when I came to London the FIRST THING I HAD IN MIND to do for sure was to go to see the Final in Berlin, but now.... I can't simply say to Silvio 'Hey man, see you in four days'. It doesn't feel right. I can't do it. So now I'm thinking that I'm in this continent, with the World Cup going on just a few hours' flight form here and I won't be able to make it. That's soooo frustrating...

Adri called last night. We talked for about half hour. Man, I miss him sooo very much.... What those consulate bastards are doing is way out of line, I mean finacially and phycologically. They don't have the right to keep a person's passaport for almost 100 days. What if he received a job offer in Spain for next week? He's kind of a prisoner in his own country, that's outragious, unacceptable.

When will I get to have my dearest friends here with me???