I have my computer before me but wasn't able to start writing for eleven minutes. I'm listening to the radio - ESKA ROCK - and they've just played the entire "The End". You know, that's the only radio station that I can really listen to. This afternoon (even though it's a rock and roll station, sometimes they play some pop or old songs) they played "Wuthering Heights", totally Kate Bush, and I just wish Junior was here because we'd been wanting to listen to that song for ages.
I need to get a second job. I'll try to find some other school which would be willing to hire me for the afternoon, especially now that the girls from Electrolux are going on vacation for the whole of August.
I also need to get out of the country, again. August 4 is coming. I don't believe it's already time to travel again, which means that I've been living here for six months. Half a year. 180 days.
I guess I'm having the same feeling that I had in London when I was there for the first six months. I didn't used to like it because my friends weren't there, but at the same time I was discovering things and places and somehow it kinda started to feel like home.
I went to Carrefour after my lesson at Electrolux. It's not far from there, a 25-minute walk, bought some things that I needed and when I got to the tram stop I got number 79 to see the route (of course I always have to know the routes, you know how I am with these things, don't you?) and I passed by Tesco. Since the day I got here I wanted to know where Tesco was and check it out to see if it would be worth it to buy there. Next time now.
I got home at 8pm and EW was here with Maitana's cousin, I don't remember her name. They used almost all bottle of oil, maybe to make french fries, and she's kinda stored the oil in the fridge. But there's no way I'm using this oil. And this was the third bottle in a row that I bought. I'm not taking the trash down, I'm gonna leave it there until Junior gets here, and boy is he gonna be pissed....
I decided to make the move, or half-a-move. I wrote the guy and asked if he wanted to hang out. Wrote my number and asked him to give me a call.
I don't want to waste valuable time on somebody that might not be interested. If he doesn't write or call in a couple of weeks (I should allow some time for them to process all the info, they are like this and there's nothing I can do about it) it means I should move on to the next one. (what next one?...)