funny visitors

A few days ago i wrote a post about how everything is bad. OK, not so band, for this moment it’s ok. Want to write about my work. About funny moments of it. For 4 days a group of 20 students were living in out hostel! And what i want to say? They’re funny and a little bit strange. They’re really wearing that  styled wooden shoes. After having meal and every morning, every evening they’re walking with toothbrushes in their mouth :D In all other ways they’re typical european students.

The last day the were in Kyiv, i was working. OK, everybody was not sleeping till 1 a.m. All the hostel were drinking bear and wine and talking too much. Ha! And i had to *work* like a translator, ‘cause our people are not so good in english. And Hollanders were wondering where did i learn english so good, because this is not usual to them to hear ukranian people speaking english so good.  

I’ve been learning english from the first form at school, and i had two good teachers, and after school i was and steel interested in meeting foreign people everywhere:in the internet, on the street, at gigs. That’s simple. Actually almost everybody from my ukrainian friends knows english good!

Another funny moment in hostel is Carlos from Spain, who knows english not so good and it was hard to understand each other. We have one dude in a hostel, who is a doctor, he’s studying on the 4th course of the medical university. Till 2 p.m. he was checking Carlos for every disease he knows. That was really funny and in the end Carlos said: i’m not gay! :D

One more guy from Holland is living in our hostel now. He’s name it Farid, he was in Turkey, but lives in Holland and now he’s staying in Ukraine for some reasons) he knows russian pretty good. But we’re communicating in english. Just because other visitors do not understand us. He’s very kind, making tea for me and cooking :D

scared

 A few days ago i finally have found a job, as in administrator in the hostel. From the first look this is not bad job. I liked it because it has a comfortable schedule, i can keep attending all my gigs and if i need i will change working hours with my coworkers. You’re working one day (from 10 a.m. till 10 a.m. next day) and have two days free. I’ve finished my first working day at 2 p.m. the day after. I was so fucking tired and so fucking angry. It seems like an ok job, but no..no! I’m lying to myself.

I was tired af counting money, dealing with all the problems in a hostel, writing letters to americans, because my boss doesn’t know english and so on and on…

When he asked if i am ok and if i will come for the next working day, i’ve answered ‘yes”. But now i understand: NO! I don’t want, even if this job is not so regular and brings me good money, that i will have an opportunity to come to Prosto Rock in June.

No! Fucking no! That’s not good job! And i’m not so strong!

After i came from work i slept till 8 p.m. when my sister came home and then i went to bed again. I could not fall asleep. I was thinking about everything and just started crying! I felt so bad, i could not stop my tears. I took my mp3, turned up the volume and was listening to Exxasens till i was ready to sleep…

I’m going to work tomorrow, i’m scared. Why? Because i’m like a little child who can not be away from home for a long time. I can not be at work for the whole day and night and understand that i could be at home in this moment..

And the worst thing is that while first working day i’ve received a call from director of the Bookstore, who said that they have a vacant place. And of course i said: No! Sorry, i’m already working!

Can you feel my pain? Can you imagine what thoughts are now in my head? I can not do anything! I will leave this work and i can not go to the bookstore, because i’m almost sure they don’t have a vacant place anymore…

That evening i just wanted to disappear. I have the same desire right now. listening to Tesla Boy and thinking that i’m a silly person…