'This is the last time...'

Man... seriously... today was the last day that I closed the cafe. Cleaning, counting the money, checking if everything was in their places for the next day, otherwise Asia would let me have it as soon as i got there.
The funny thing was that when I finished everything, when I close the office door and said: 'That's it everyboby! My last day closing the cafe!', one of my favorite Keane's songs started to play on the radio and the song begins: 'this is the last time...' I had teary eyes, man!
Tomorrow is my last day and we're throwing a party. We had the staff party last Sunday and it was great. I got home about 3am and did a bailinho until I don't know what time. I was supposed to start working on Monday at 11:30am, but of course I WOKE UP at 11:40am. One hour late, but I couldn't care less. What were they gonna do, fire me??
I guess I'm realizing I'm leaving. It's wierd because this has been my home for one and a half year.
That was the last time and tomorrow is the last time I wake up at 4am. I'm opening the shop.

Bailinho Eventually

After working the whole afternoon and having learnt that I would have to work the morning shift on Saturday (hence, no party for me on Friday), I decided to buy a few beers and do a little schoo-night bailinho with mynewest acquisition: Sissor Sisters' TAH-DA!!! I actually went to the store and bought the CD before going to the off-licence and buying beer and toilet paper. Man, I couldn't be more excited! Bailinho woth 'I don't Feel Like Dancing', finally! I had the tune in my head for the brief, I don't know, 30 seconds that separated the house from the off-licence. I opened the front door, gave it a little push because it jams every time and, to my sad surprise, the light was on in the landlady's flat! Motherfucking fuck! What the hell was she doing there on a Thursday night at 9:45pm???
Seriously, all I wanted at that moment was to knock down that fucking door, grab her by the hand, throw her out of the house and scream: Let me do my fucking bailinho you old bitch!
It was so frustraiting. I hate not being able to do bailinho, especially when I arrange everything beforehand! So, what I did was to sit at the little "dinner table" in the living room/Ro-Scott's bedroom, drink my beer, smoke my cigarette and write.
We went to the Polish Party on Tuesday: me Justy, Ana, Jana, Aga, Magda and Michael was coming and going. Polish Party is always hardcore and the best. We drained that Zywiec as if there was no tomorrow. We started dancing (we managed to get a table near the dance floor) and in no time there was, I don't know, like ten Polish guysaround us trying to get some. The music was shit: all those dance hits that play ad nauseumat the cafe, but I couldn'y carre less. We took fantastic pictures and at some poin near the end of the party Adri and Leti showed up, not without me sending a thousand text messages teling them to come. I had to drink my vodca and Red Bull. I even managed to score, a Polish guy that had a little B.O., but it was fun. And, of curse, I was in heaven when it played 'I don't Feel Like Dancing'. If I didn't have to work the next day I would have gone some place else. I took two night buses home (N73 to Victoria and N36 to Catford) and managed to drink two more pints listening to Ordinary Boys. And speaking of managing to do things, the next day I was at Silvios on time, 11:30pm. Well, Asia knew I was going to the party, so there was no way I could either call in sickarriving late.

The lights are off now in the landlady's flat. It's 11:29pm but I never heard any noises of people leaving, keyringsor doors closing.
I guess she's spending the night.

Countdown to Poland

Life is strange, isn't it... when you think that everything, but absolutely EVERYTHING is going downhill and you see no way out of the miserable situation that you are in, suddenly something happens.

Everything started when Ronaldo and Scott arrived from San Fran and spent a day in London before going to Paris for the holiday. I was off and man was I happy to see that guy again... We hit All Bar One and had our first pint together in London and our first BEER together for God knows how long! The boys went to their Crap n' Nap in Elephant and Castle and I went to Hamley's to buy Paula's Xmas present. We met again at AB1 and did a little drinking. Justyna joined us afterwards and we decided to go to the Polish party. Man... Long story short: we all got drunk, I kissed a guy and Ronaldo puked all over Trafalgar Square and missed his Eurostar train to Paris. They had to buy another ticket... in POUNDS...

Christmas Eve. We worked until 5pm and I decided to go to Juli's house to spend the night with my friends. Me, Adri, Juli, Leti, Leti's sister, Pri and Chris - the German girl. I was tired, carrying a lot weight (both in and out of body) and got there wanting a cigarette and my combo nbr 2. We were listening to some music, talking, waiting for the food and trying to have a little fun. I was ok. A little down for not being able to go to Paris, but ok. I got a call from Junior directly from Krakow. 'How sweet', I thought, calling on Xmas Eve. We started talking - it was so good to hear his voice - and then he drops the bomb: Do you want to come to Poland and be an English teacher?
What? Man, I was speechless but said YEAH!! YEAH!!!
I am scared of leaving London, you know? I don't like this city, I hate my job and there's nothing else for me here than waiting until October, pack my bags and go to who knows where - probably Brazil... but at the same time I got used to living here, I speak the language and found a couple of places I enjoy spending time in... Well, let's face it, I'm fucking scared of not understanding anything, becoming one of the hundres of Brazilians who get here to London without saying a single word. On the other hand, why would I still live here, just waiting for the day to come back to Brazil or trying to gather as much money as possible to pay another school and stay for one more year? I'm actually working for the school, not for myself, you know?
I made up my mind: it would be a YEAH for sure.
But then there was a second problem: telling Asia I was leaving. I took me two weeks to tell her and I don't think she was expecting this at all... I gave her my month's notice on the 3rd and February 2nd will be my last day. Actually, the 1st, because I've asked for Friday 2nd "off". I want to have my leaving party at Corks - it couldn't be different, since it's POLISH PARTY on Thursday.

I can't wait to leave that fucking place, I'm tired of cleaning everyday, serving customers, having a row with many of them, putting up with Selfridge's staff, saying 'eat in or take away'... I'll miss the people, though, the people that work with me. I've been working there for more than a year and got to meet fantastic people: from Cauldinha to Fernanda, from Rafal (even though with a rough beginning) to Seweryn, from Justy to Asia, from Peter to Grzegorz. It's been a great experience but it's definitely time to leave, in terms of London I mean.
I can always come back. I'll be a couple of hours flight from here. I'll be closer to Germany and Czech Republic, I'll be going to Italy in the summer with Ronaldo (hopefully), I can visit Peter in Hungary later this year.

I'll be missing the things I haven't done, though...