...] - [ music | Vitalij Kuprij - Divided world [High Definition - 1997 ] After a month without updating throw me occupied between depression, loneliness, tourists who came to see me, and some partying limpeza supreme sovereign, I've come to see that I could plug in here, and I find that the old themes of the LJ system has ceased to exist during that time. I've spent a while trying to fix, has been the case. Now I have a blog pseudogoth, I love the level of customization that does this ¬ ¬ U at least be glad to be rid of television snow ... To see if alga while it I can do something better.
Now that I have spent over a year in Asturias and the relationship with the site is not as idyllic as before, I can say a few things I touch the moral. If they are a people proud of their land, but many do not bother to leave her to notice it. They are very open when talking to anyone and a laugh and whatever, but the age is old, and many times if I've noticed that after close when it comes to their "cyclical circles. " And last, is that despite the rains that are very, very cactus. I thought it was my problem, but apparently not. Here people are so of loose, you can throw months withoutview, neither will you show signs of life, or are going to worry, or you will miss or be fucking mind, or do anything about it in most cases. Unless you're the "circle", of course. And I say that I thought was my problem, but no, I checked everywhere, and contrasted with more people like me who lives here but is away. And at times it hurts, even if they do it on purpose or with bad intention.
Another thing I said before I came here is that the gigs was really crappy. And every time I was disappointed in that regard, I jump all with an "I warned you so", and considering that I have been unemployed for 14 months since I started playing the balls qeu me repeat it. At any moment I expected to find here the gigs of my life, or liner, and the like. To give me to pay rent and bills and not embittered me there, I was worth. Of "mine", I have practically given up. In Madrid it was an administrative assistant, an assistant, like a "guy for all", but for all the simple, no chungas things. In Madrid, did not suit them because they knew that accounting was not "auxiliary" but a higher level, and I would pay more. In Asturias do not know what the fuck you ask an assistant, but in many offers seem to want one of them will manage the enterpriseto, take you analytical and financial accounting, and we enter 1000 characters per minute and doing a handstand. It seems like here there is more unemployment, can afford to ask such things. Of course there are some who want to know what I do, but all (no failure or one) ALL ask you a certificate of disability or handicap. And will whatever, but I find it a little humiliating. So, yes, maso least was aware of how crappy you are the gigs in Asturias.
But for the things I have come to pass, if not me I could have imagined. Of the few places I called and went to the interview, one told me that next week firmaba the contrato.Yo already had commented at all, plus I loved the gigs. After two days I said they had completed the job and I find another little thing. At the other site, did the interview, I was fine, I asked the papers to make the contract, I took them, and the day I was supposed to start, I said a boy who was there, that I had been able to register, without explanation, to wait to call me. When I got to talk to the manager at the store (because they did not call) told me he had suddenly lost my request and with her my number, and they had to cut staff, so not hire me. So ...
Seriously, I'm used to and we'll call you, or you move from, Or leave you to know, but I say that if and suddenly is not ... IS A FUCKING BITCH. In the second I was particularly eager to throw a stone at the window, to make me lose weeks of my life waiting and not bother telling me, and find out later that may have been because I'm too old and the interview did not appeared. To hell they send the curriculum?? Nor
I have been able to study anything to kill time ... obviously I can not put something that will last many months because it will be unaware of my even two months, but in all the courses I INEM tiraron.No to pocket ... I know why yet, but it seemed as if he had to know all that beforeyou were supposed to teach. I had my notions, and after the first rejection, I pull two months cramming for that to happen again ... and neither of those seemed to them a lot. Anyway. It is in these moments when you think that all you have grudge for not being here and not want me to take anything away from any Spaniard. It is totally irrational, but it was so much frustration, I got to thinking.
Other than that, live in absolute solitude and having nothing to do, my brain is eroding gradually. If not, would not be writing this post, but fixed. Long ago I knew that Noah was going, I put ads since May. No nadie.Nadie wrote. At this point in August and the contract thatI was just at the end of September, only one girl has come to see the floor. I wrote and called a few more, especially when I removed the "no smoking" in the ad, but as much as say they love me, send them photos, they want to come see it ... and even though I tell them that when they want to come, let me know ... NEVER has any. All of a sudden lose interest, and does not get to know them. I do not understand, if a floor of shit ... but it's wonderful, and remember ... DO NOT STOP CLEANING!!
For here have told me and pass me the water, which mine is not normal. Pour water here is what they call him to "take cleaning" to remove the evil eye, egro also to ward off negative energies and these milks. Stating that I am doing, no harm in trying. But while I have been dead on dvd, tv and makes bad combustion boiler (which scares me a sovereign) and the refrigerator makes a terrible noise. There cojonudas.
The easy answer to all this would go back to Madrid, there are more jobs here and is sure to find something. And I have to worry or pay bills or rent, or roommate, because pa so are my parents. And so again would be the fucking hell and the worst thing that could happen: (
sure that meeting in Madrid curro.Segur & iacute, while in Oviedo simo.Pero I can find gigs of ... I do not know, cleaning hotel rooms or in a pizzeria, and it would be something fucking great because I get to meet my expenses and not bitter life (probably) in my parents' house that would be a crappy job, I would plate to me looking for something better or I'd be constantly giving grilled with "When I go to ascend." I know because I've lived now.
here if one day I feel bad or something, and I do not want to eat, not my parents Como lunch is provided each week (and every week is the same.) Unless you're dying, fuck and eat you if you let the food is a mortal sin. It is assumed that eating is a pleasure, put there is not.
My plan was to have working here, and with that pay me to buy a keyboard and classes to learn the piano. It's one of my dreams. If I live with my parents, no matter the years that have, no matter the gigs you have, in my house gets a keyboard or any instrument, or anything so silly and low I could go practica.Y awhile. Yes, they are my parents, I want (and I them) and want the best for me, but if I fuck a living with it, I'll have to do something about it and I did was go away ... Maso
less, so are the cosas.La solution is clear, but it is difficult to occur. I say around that I do not complain that I'm dying or not I would haveto go live under a puente.Pues not, but I have the same feeling of life by pulling water.
where A is not born, but where pace. Here I can be more "me." But it seems that I can not do anything else.
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