– Can I order some food, please?
-Of course, if you don’t mind coming back in time 10 minutes because we have no buzzers left.
-What, this is the second time I come and I want to order now. (She looks like she wants to kill me in the darkest possible ways) and my mood is not on zen.
Kill me or kill everyone around me. I admire my patience sometimes. Dealing with women like her makes me wonder who the hell is able to stand them at home.
It’s almost 4 o’clock and I can’t wait to finish my shift. Being in breakfast is not a pleasure. I greatly dislike to wake up early and have to smile to every single creature around me. The ‘soundtrack’ that captures my morning mood is: DO NOT LOOK AT MEEEE! (Unless I slept 10 decent hours, had my smoothie and sang in the shower.) That would turn me into a peaceful happie hippie lady.
I am also surrounded by 50 Belgian guys, who decided to slurp the last barrel of Stella in 10 minutes. They know my name already, which is exasperating because I heard it today around 200 times.
I work in a hostel.
I clock out, undo my hair and decide to go back home walking. Is actually quite nice weather today and I am so damn tired. I will probably end up talking with a glass of red wine.
Ding Ding Ding…. WhatsApp decides to wake me up…
-Remember you have a mother. One day you will know how it feels to be ignored by your daughter.
Blah Blah Blah…. Mothers and dramas. Expecting something auspicious from her it’s like expecting sunny days in England.
-Too much work mum, I am tired. I will call you later.
I throw the phone to the sofa and decide to hug my bed… and the wine.
- Malbec, best flavour. I would change the colour though. Merlot color would suit it better. Don’t ask me about wines. With all the tastings I had at my previous job, I should have a master in wines but I have selective memory, sorry!
Grab my phone again, Facebook (0 notifications). Doesn’t surprise me! I stopped being active long time ago and I don’t give a shit about other people’s life. Married, pregnant, new house, travelling, cinema, fancy dinner, etc.
Damn boy, everyone has a life but not me.
S.O.S. Facebook makes me feel miserable.
-Welcome to the reality girl. You don’t need Facebook.
– Yes you do! You need a social life.
My two personalities start to argue again and I decide to analyse the stubborn spider that got lost on my window.