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02.08.2005., utorak
my people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dugo me nije bilo.. većina znate da sam počela raditi tako da baš nemam vremena za pisanje, ali bitniji razlog je to što mi se komp pokvario, nakon stotog servisa sam odustala i kupila novi koji mi sad radi ko grom! sad napokon mogu instalirat sve one igrice koje sam uvijek htjela.. samo trebam nać vremena za igranje, ali what the hell, neka stoje! ;)))radim svaki dan od 2 do 8, tako da, jutro prespavam, dođem doma oko 9 navečer, tuš, nešto pojedem i idem van.. sve mi nekako prolazi prebrzo, svaki dan mi je isti. mjesec dana mi je prrošlo, a da nisam ni trepnula. izašla sam jednom u tih mjesec dana, neću tako brzo to ponovit, dola sam doma oko 7 ujutro (znači lomilo se ;))))) i drugi dan nisam bila sposobna za ništa, a kamoli za radit! brojke su mi plesale, želudac dizao.. ma užas! ali zanimljivo mi je! svaki dan mi se skupi ekipa od koji 20-tak ljudi ispred trgovine, pa se cuga.. ja ne smijem, ali barem mi nikad nije dosadno s njma! jedino, u trgovini mi je oko 40 stupnjeva! imamo klimu koja je u kurcu pa ol sata hladi, pol grije! svaki drugi dan imam incidente s mlađim turistima.. neki dan je neki nizozemac napravio cijelu potragu zamnom. bio je u kampu, otiao kući i slao mailove vlasniku kampa ko sam, šta sam, da hoće moj broj, jučer nađem papirić na brisaču od auta s brojem telefona nekog FRANKA (STEFANA MOŽDA ;))), pa mi neki dečko tu i tamo nosi koktele, veoma alkoholizirane (pitam se zašto.. ).. ma ima svašta. kažem vam, nije dosadno! jedino se ne stignem kupat.. ali ok, jo mjesec dana i9 high life, s dvije plaće na karibe! hehe! sad da ja vas pitam.. kako ste? niste me valjda zaboravili?! :((( šmrc! |
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