It's been nearly two months. The routine hasn't changed much, maybe the only moment of real action was when I had to send my documents to the Home Office to apply for my visa extention. They asked for more documents because it was totally incomplete. They've got my passaport now and I'll hopefully get to stay here for one more year and afterwards it's a big black hole...
I've been tired, and now with classes all over again it's gonna be even more tiring and even less money in my pocket, since I'll have to start to work fewer hours in order to attend class - it ends at 12:30pm. Oh, crap.
Work used to be fun, but now it's a total question mark. Everybody has abandoned ship: Severyn, Marek, Aga, even Rafal. Elina's only working part-time now and a bunch of new people have been hired. We've got to teach them all and we end up working for two or three. I've been earning a little bit more but the problems we have to deal with way outnumbers the raise.
And there's, of course, the situation of having a crush on this guy. But, of course, he's married and has a kid. Both wife and daughter are in their hometowm, which doesn't seem to be helping at all. He's about to abandon ship himself at any moment and then it would be almost impossible to see him again. Things always don't work for me. Last Saturday, Rafal's good-bye party, we went to this club called Loop. Dreadful. I drank one pint and had to get out of that place. Aga was also fed up with the dance music so we went to the Blues Bar. The guy promissed to go there afterwards. What a difference... Great band and beer and we danced all night. At a certain point two women sitting together asked me for the lighter. I lent them the lighter. Smiled, being friendly. Five minutes later they were winking at me, man... So far I've only been hit on by Nigerian guys and lesbians. How miserable is that? Wherever I look couples pop out of stores, buses, pubs, out of nowhere... I took the bus home yesterday after a few pints (the guy went there, Adriano had to convience him to go, but after 20 minutes he went to take a phonecall and when back at the table the expected line: I have to go home). Bus 159, as usual. At the middle of my way home this couple get on and sit in front of me, hugging and laughing and having a good time and all. When they started kissing I just felt disgusted, you know? Yet I don't seem to be able to give up because when I'm about to, something (or someone) interesting always comes out of nowhere and gives me a bit of hope. This is mean, man...
Once again I need to get out of town. My passport being in Home Office makes it difficult for me to plan anything, because they might give it back to me (with the visa, hopefully) in two weeks or two months. I wanted to go to Poland in October. Maybe try to figure something out for after this one more year here.
Can't stop feeling blue...
