Last thursday Luis worked in Newland Av.'s Boots, the one close to our house so... he invited himself to eat. We also invited Lucli (Lucile is her real name), a french girl and Sebe, who's from Galicia. Dani and I decided to cook some pork chops with red wine and onions and a side salad.
We went to the butcher, just in the corner of Newland av. with Edgecumbe st.
4,60 pounds/kg. My cousin asked for a kilo and a half. He paid 12 pounds. Pretty strange. Well when we realised it was a bit late so... we didn''t do anything.
It was a nice luch. We had other visitors aswell, the moud-guys. They fix the moud of the guests room but that's another story.
More spanish people came to my house. We was thinking about what to do in the night and we decided to go to Haworths Arms or whatever.
Well, the night arrived and all the people decided they didn't want to go out. I got upset and started to call everybody. At the end I met with the 2 french girls Lucile and Lucile and with Lena, the german girl. Marian came too. We went to Gardeners Arms.
I found Merric, Tom and Alex playing pool there. Marian went home.
Lucil, Lena, Lucil and I stood there playing pool. For the second time in the week they kicked us out before finishing the game. I understand, it was 11,30 in the night. Really really late.
Well Lena went home and the Luciles decided to go to the Welly. I walked them down there tinking of not getting in. But they insist. I didn't want to get in because I'm literally poor and the entry was 5 pounds. But as the insisted me to get in saying that they would pay my entry I said all right! but I'll pay don't worry.
They didn't let me pay anything. Not even the drinks.
It was a great night. A different one.
domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009
miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009
The interview
Well, at the end I went back to the nursery home and filled the aplication form. Thanks good I found the way to getting there without walking 3 hours... my secret? buses.
Last friday my cousin D and I went to the nursery home again and I took the form. I was hoping not having to go back another more time but... oh man, do they really need a photo?ç
So I went back to town and that weekend I took me a photo. I hate ID photos. And even more in one of theese machines.
"Please select the tipe of photo that you want"
"Ready? 3, 2, 1, smile. Chuiif"
"Congratulations, you are very ugly in this photo"
I went back again to the nursery on monday morning and gave them my form with photo. The same afternoon they called me.
-Could you come tomorrow at 4.20 for an interview?
-Of course yabadabadú.
-We need your ID and something to proove that you are living in your adress, bills or something.
-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm sharing my house and the bills are not on my name.
-Well, we need something. Would be possible?
-Yes don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Bye.
I said don't worry... but I was worried. What do I do now? -thought I-
Well, after half an hour searching some proove around all the corners of my house I decided to go to the Hunters agency (who I'm renting the house) and ask them for something to proove that I'm living in one of their houses. There was a woman. She was very very kind and wrote me a letter saying that I'm living here and giving her telephone number just in case.
So yesterday I went to the interview. I thought I was the only one person expecting for that job but... the truth is that when I got to the nursery home (for the 4th time) I found there were 4 more women who spoke english much better than me. Great!
My interview wasn't at 4.20... I had to wait like 45 minutes sweding. The interviews seemed to be long.
That's a lot of time speaking in english - I thought- I'm not good enough in this language.
It was my turn.
I got into the room. There were one woman and one man dressed like a cheff. I thought he musted be the cheff (I'm very smart).
The woman started to speak very very very very very fast in english (of course) and like a machine. And when I say very very very very very I mean very very. I'm allways exageratting...
Even thoug I understood her. But I got very nervous. I had a lot to answer to each of her questions but... when I started to speak I got more and more nervous and spoke slower than I use to.
The cheff asked me something and I don't even understood him. The woman had to traslated it to me.
Actually it wasn't so bad. They told me I had a very good english and everything... but, I don't have any experience as a kitchen assistant and... well, althoug having a good english, the english women have a better one so...
They told me to call me this morning between 9 and 10 in the morning and tell me the results. Now it's 11.21 and I still waiting. I think I'm going to the jobcentre and look for a new job.
Maybe next time.
Last friday my cousin D and I went to the nursery home again and I took the form. I was hoping not having to go back another more time but... oh man, do they really need a photo?ç
So I went back to town and that weekend I took me a photo. I hate ID photos. And even more in one of theese machines.
"Please select the tipe of photo that you want"
"Ready? 3, 2, 1, smile. Chuiif"
"Congratulations, you are very ugly in this photo"
I went back again to the nursery on monday morning and gave them my form with photo. The same afternoon they called me.
-Could you come tomorrow at 4.20 for an interview?
-Of course yabadabadú.
-We need your ID and something to proove that you are living in your adress, bills or something.
-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm sharing my house and the bills are not on my name.
-Well, we need something. Would be possible?
-Yes don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Bye.
I said don't worry... but I was worried. What do I do now? -thought I-
Well, after half an hour searching some proove around all the corners of my house I decided to go to the Hunters agency (who I'm renting the house) and ask them for something to proove that I'm living in one of their houses. There was a woman. She was very very kind and wrote me a letter saying that I'm living here and giving her telephone number just in case.
So yesterday I went to the interview. I thought I was the only one person expecting for that job but... the truth is that when I got to the nursery home (for the 4th time) I found there were 4 more women who spoke english much better than me. Great!
My interview wasn't at 4.20... I had to wait like 45 minutes sweding. The interviews seemed to be long.
That's a lot of time speaking in english - I thought- I'm not good enough in this language.
It was my turn.
I got into the room. There were one woman and one man dressed like a cheff. I thought he musted be the cheff (I'm very smart).
The woman started to speak very very very very very fast in english (of course) and like a machine. And when I say very very very very very I mean very very. I'm allways exageratting...
Even thoug I understood her. But I got very nervous. I had a lot to answer to each of her questions but... when I started to speak I got more and more nervous and spoke slower than I use to.
The cheff asked me something and I don't even understood him. The woman had to traslated it to me.
Actually it wasn't so bad. They told me I had a very good english and everything... but, I don't have any experience as a kitchen assistant and... well, althoug having a good english, the english women have a better one so...
They told me to call me this morning between 9 and 10 in the morning and tell me the results. Now it's 11.21 and I still waiting. I think I'm going to the jobcentre and look for a new job.
Maybe next time.
jueves, 22 de enero de 2009
Those bloody 10 minutes
I was kind of fired from my old work. I used to work for a chinesse restaurant very famous in Hull called Mr Chu. The new year's eve was my last day there. Since then, they haven't called me and my name is not even in the rota. Well, today I went to see what happens but... that's another story.
The thing is that I still looking for job because... you know... is the best way of getting money. I found an offert in the jobcenter plus of a cattering assistant job in a nursery home, bringing food to old people and that kind of things. I called them and they told me to go there and get an aplication form. Alright I said. Where is it?
The woman asked me where I'm living and told me a lot of things I didn't understand because is really difficult speaking by telephone in your non first language.
I know she spoke about schools and, I'm pretty sure she mentioned a round about. Anyway, I asked her the street and I just searched it in the map. It looked to be far but not too much. Things are not always what they look.
-We close at 5 -she told me-.
It was 2.30 in the afternoon when I left home with my big headphones on my ears. I was walking for a long time and on very scaring places.
It was getting dark and even with the map, I was totally lost. So I decided to ask. I saw a man and without thinking twice I show him my paper with the offert, and the name of the place.
-Excuse me, do you know where this road is?
Alright, I know I'm not english and I don't understand people very well but... for god's shake that man spoke like if he had something very very big inside the mouth, and he suttered.
Well, It's not fair insulting him because he was very polite with me and he told me the way. We even shared the way for a while and he told me a story. Of course I didn't understood a potato but I smiled very well.
Now it was totally dark. I didn't want to look at the clock because I didn't want to know if it was very late. Very smart. After 20 minutes more walking and a few more asks I arrived to the place. It was a big enclosure and the reception was at the end of a road. I arrived to the reception. And then I remembered something the woman said about a clock in a whall. I looked at It
-5.10 -it said-.
FUCK!!!
Almost 3 hours walking for this???
I was so upset that I broke the paper with the offert (wich doesn't means anything because I already new the adress but... when you are looking for job, breaking the paper is like forgeting about it)
Luckily there was a bus stop close to the nursery home, and more luckily, the bus came at the moment, and even more luckily, it went to the town so... lucky me!!
When I got home, P told me that it was a good job and I sould try to go the day after and get the aplication form, because old people don't use slang and it is easyer to understand.
She Is right. I went today (by bus, because there are buses) and now I have the AF. I have to fill it and take it back. Not tomorrow...
Maybe next monday
The thing is that I still looking for job because... you know... is the best way of getting money. I found an offert in the jobcenter plus of a cattering assistant job in a nursery home, bringing food to old people and that kind of things. I called them and they told me to go there and get an aplication form. Alright I said. Where is it?
The woman asked me where I'm living and told me a lot of things I didn't understand because is really difficult speaking by telephone in your non first language.
I know she spoke about schools and, I'm pretty sure she mentioned a round about. Anyway, I asked her the street and I just searched it in the map. It looked to be far but not too much. Things are not always what they look.
-We close at 5 -she told me-.
It was 2.30 in the afternoon when I left home with my big headphones on my ears. I was walking for a long time and on very scaring places.
It was getting dark and even with the map, I was totally lost. So I decided to ask. I saw a man and without thinking twice I show him my paper with the offert, and the name of the place.
-Excuse me, do you know where this road is?
Alright, I know I'm not english and I don't understand people very well but... for god's shake that man spoke like if he had something very very big inside the mouth, and he suttered.
Well, It's not fair insulting him because he was very polite with me and he told me the way. We even shared the way for a while and he told me a story. Of course I didn't understood a potato but I smiled very well.
Now it was totally dark. I didn't want to look at the clock because I didn't want to know if it was very late. Very smart. After 20 minutes more walking and a few more asks I arrived to the place. It was a big enclosure and the reception was at the end of a road. I arrived to the reception. And then I remembered something the woman said about a clock in a whall. I looked at It
-5.10 -it said-.
FUCK!!!
Almost 3 hours walking for this???
I was so upset that I broke the paper with the offert (wich doesn't means anything because I already new the adress but... when you are looking for job, breaking the paper is like forgeting about it)
Luckily there was a bus stop close to the nursery home, and more luckily, the bus came at the moment, and even more luckily, it went to the town so... lucky me!!
When I got home, P told me that it was a good job and I sould try to go the day after and get the aplication form, because old people don't use slang and it is easyer to understand.
She Is right. I went today (by bus, because there are buses) and now I have the AF. I have to fill it and take it back. Not tomorrow...
Maybe next monday
miércoles, 21 de enero de 2009
The shemale
This morning the sun was shining. We all woke up quite early. Even I did get a shower.
I had my day totally planned and everything was going to be alright.
I was waiting for a letter from abbey, my bank with my new card inside. Actually... my day wasn't totally planned.
Let's begin for the beginning
Well, a few days ago I went with D, my cousin, to get a contract with T-mobile with unlimited txt messages and everything. We already had a pay as you go tariff (as a good Spanish has to have) but someone told us there was a cheap contract (I was paying more monthly with my pay as you go thing) so we decided to check it out.
My cousin was first. After giving a lot of details and things, he got it.
Then was my turn. The shop-guy's face wasn't too hopeful.
-Im sorry -he told me- computer says no. Maybe the problem is that you have Mrs written in your credit card instead of Mr.
-Hum... -I said- I think that is a bank's mistake. What do I do?
-Just go to the bank. Ask them for change it. And then come back here.
-Ok. When I become a man I'll be back.
-I'll be waiting for you ;D
I went to the bank.
-Hi there. What can I do for you?
-Haya. Look, I'm Mr, no Mrs.
-I can see that.
-No, I mean, my credict card says Mrs... but, look at me. Plastic surgery is not so advanced.
The man put that face that let you know he is totally understanding you.
-Wait a minute sir.
-Sure.
He went through a door. Some minutes later he came back.
-Alright, problem solved. In five or six days your new card with Mr on it will arrive to your house.
-Cheers.
-Good bye.
It's been almost 10 days and the letter hasn't arrived. I'm affraid they still having my old adress. Well actually I'm not affraid, I know it. Because I went to the bank this mornin to check it out. I had changed it once, but it seems they don't. I changed it again. Maybe they did this time.
The point is, the letter was sent like a lot of days ago, so it's already in my old house. Tomorrow I'll have to go to Morpeth St, see my old non-speaking fatmate, ejem, flatmate, and tell her: I used to live here, can I just check my mail please please please? don't eat me.
By the way, I don't have any money in my mobile phone since 9 or 10 days ago ó_ò
I had my day totally planned and everything was going to be alright.
I was waiting for a letter from abbey, my bank with my new card inside. Actually... my day wasn't totally planned.
Let's begin for the beginning
Well, a few days ago I went with D, my cousin, to get a contract with T-mobile with unlimited txt messages and everything. We already had a pay as you go tariff (as a good Spanish has to have) but someone told us there was a cheap contract (I was paying more monthly with my pay as you go thing) so we decided to check it out.
My cousin was first. After giving a lot of details and things, he got it.
Then was my turn. The shop-guy's face wasn't too hopeful.
-Im sorry -he told me- computer says no. Maybe the problem is that you have Mrs written in your credit card instead of Mr.
-Hum... -I said- I think that is a bank's mistake. What do I do?
-Just go to the bank. Ask them for change it. And then come back here.
-Ok. When I become a man I'll be back.
-I'll be waiting for you ;D
I went to the bank.
-Hi there. What can I do for you?
-Haya. Look, I'm Mr, no Mrs.
-I can see that.
-No, I mean, my credict card says Mrs... but, look at me. Plastic surgery is not so advanced.
The man put that face that let you know he is totally understanding you.
-Wait a minute sir.
-Sure.
He went through a door. Some minutes later he came back.
-Alright, problem solved. In five or six days your new card with Mr on it will arrive to your house.
-Cheers.
-Good bye.
It's been almost 10 days and the letter hasn't arrived. I'm affraid they still having my old adress. Well actually I'm not affraid, I know it. Because I went to the bank this mornin to check it out. I had changed it once, but it seems they don't. I changed it again. Maybe they did this time.
The point is, the letter was sent like a lot of days ago, so it's already in my old house. Tomorrow I'll have to go to Morpeth St, see my old non-speaking fatmate, ejem, flatmate, and tell her: I used to live here, can I just check my mail please please please? don't eat me.
By the way, I don't have any money in my mobile phone since 9 or 10 days ago ó_ò
lunes, 19 de enero de 2009
One day like any other
It's been 2 months and a half since I came to England.
My name is Eduardo, I'm 21 years old, I'm 1'91m hight and I have no idea how much is that in feet. I come from Benalmádena. A big seaside village near Málaga, in the south of Spain.
When I arrived, I just had one thing in my hand. A candy bar. The rest of my properties were in the trunk of the plane.
I came with my cousin and his girlfriend, and I'm pretty sure we were the only non english people in the plane. We left Málaga arround 12 a.m and with it we left our family, our friends, our computers (except my cousin's one), our language and our cars aswell. It sucks... you just can bring 20kg in your bag.
Anyway... why Hull? To be honest, It wasn't my choice. It was the Boots choice. "P" who works for them had some different cities to choose and this one was one of them.
I had thought about comming to England a few times but I never had nuts.
When my cousin told me: Me and my girlfrend are going to England in two months.
I said: Can I go with you? (It was my opportunity, I had 1000€ in my piggybank!!)
I spoke to my grandpha and those 1ooo€ becamed 2000€... it was pretty good.
Well, we took the plane, we came here, and we started to look for job (my cousin and I, P already had one) and a house. Today, still looking for a job so... if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you find us, maybe you can hire us.
About the house... Boots provided to P a B&B for two people for a month. I had to pay It but... whe shared the payment. Of course, I wasn't paying the B&B for a whole month. Just for 5 days. In that time I found my first house. I hadn't even a matress and the house did smell bad. My flat mate was allways watching tv and she never was interested in speaking with me at all. My other flatmate tried to avoid me and... I'm pretty sure that I had two polish flatemates living in the top.
Well, that house was a disaster (the window in my room didn't close and It was being a snowing time) so... I move out the first week and I lost my money...
I had met a spanish guy a few days ago so he let me stay in his house while I found another place.
Finally whe get this house. The one where we are living now. At first the heating didn't work but... now is fixed.
This has been in short our first 10 weeks in England.
Today was a day like any other. "D" and I went to the jobcenter plus, sent some CVs and whatched some tv... Actually don't. I think this has been the first day we havn't whatched tv.
Well, P came from work and we decided (actually she did, but we are agree) to get a real broadband, and not this stupid, little shit, fucking mobile dickhead broadband thing they call internet.
It wasn't a very interesting day but... It was a day anyway
My name is Eduardo, I'm 21 years old, I'm 1'91m hight and I have no idea how much is that in feet. I come from Benalmádena. A big seaside village near Málaga, in the south of Spain.
When I arrived, I just had one thing in my hand. A candy bar. The rest of my properties were in the trunk of the plane.
I came with my cousin and his girlfriend, and I'm pretty sure we were the only non english people in the plane. We left Málaga arround 12 a.m and with it we left our family, our friends, our computers (except my cousin's one), our language and our cars aswell. It sucks... you just can bring 20kg in your bag.
Anyway... why Hull? To be honest, It wasn't my choice. It was the Boots choice. "P" who works for them had some different cities to choose and this one was one of them.
I had thought about comming to England a few times but I never had nuts.
When my cousin told me: Me and my girlfrend are going to England in two months.
I said: Can I go with you? (It was my opportunity, I had 1000€ in my piggybank!!)
I spoke to my grandpha and those 1ooo€ becamed 2000€... it was pretty good.
Well, we took the plane, we came here, and we started to look for job (my cousin and I, P already had one) and a house. Today, still looking for a job so... if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you find us, maybe you can hire us.
About the house... Boots provided to P a B&B for two people for a month. I had to pay It but... whe shared the payment. Of course, I wasn't paying the B&B for a whole month. Just for 5 days. In that time I found my first house. I hadn't even a matress and the house did smell bad. My flat mate was allways watching tv and she never was interested in speaking with me at all. My other flatmate tried to avoid me and... I'm pretty sure that I had two polish flatemates living in the top.
Well, that house was a disaster (the window in my room didn't close and It was being a snowing time) so... I move out the first week and I lost my money...
I had met a spanish guy a few days ago so he let me stay in his house while I found another place.
Finally whe get this house. The one where we are living now. At first the heating didn't work but... now is fixed.
This has been in short our first 10 weeks in England.
Today was a day like any other. "D" and I went to the jobcenter plus, sent some CVs and whatched some tv... Actually don't. I think this has been the first day we havn't whatched tv.
Well, P came from work and we decided (actually she did, but we are agree) to get a real broadband, and not this stupid, little shit, fucking mobile dickhead broadband thing they call internet.
It wasn't a very interesting day but... It was a day anyway
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