I feel like I’m just back home from
my weekly shopping and I’ve just dropped my heavy backpack filled in with the
stuff I bought, just in time to avoid the collapse of my painful shoulders.
The feeling in this case is
psychological though, as I’m coming from extra busy week, and this has been my
first spare Sunday since a while. I’ve been so busy lately I don’t even know
where to start from this post.
Well… let’s start saying I finally
relocated. Cost of the rent was one reason, but my choice is due to the
impossibility to get along with my former landlord, the most selfish person I’ve
ever dealt with, and definitely somebody fully classifiable as an asshole.
When he was around it was impossible
to me to talk with my parents on Skype at 9:30pm because he had to sleep in the
room beside my shithole, but then he didn’t scruple to talk loud on his bloody
mobile phone while I was sleeping. To live there had become a nightmare, like
being in prison, and I honestly could not stand anymore an idiot complaining
because I was washing the dishes “too well” after dinner. Yeah, go to a
restaurant and complain with the waiter the dish you have is too clean, sucker!
So I decided to move, but Mr.
Weather was not by my side when I relocated on 31st October:
careless of Halloween celebrations that day it was raining cats and dogs and
Yaletown streets had been turned into rivers. No wonder after a while I felt
like there were fishes swimming under my trousers.
While I was swearing against the
weather on my way to the Skytrain station I came to think how simple was the
life when I was a teen-ager, recalling a Halloween night of 15 years ago when I
went to a disco dressed like a stupid ghost just to get a discounted entrance
ticket, failing miserably and putting in danger my reputation (the costume was
really bad!).
As the world does not really care
about your difficulties, I had also to deal with an extra amount of work. Beside my part-time job in the
morning I’ve been overcharged with stuff to do in the afternoon and even at
night.
The company I’m doing my internship
in is about to launch their products worldwide. Guess what? I’m the only
Italian there, so everything related to the Italian market has to pass through
myself: marketing research, analysis, testing their products online,
translations of so many documents I lost count, and of course translation of
their web pages. Everything, of course, rigorously unpaid. So my days so far
have been like that: running to catch bus and Skytrain in the morning,
working, running again (while eating my lunch) to catch bus and Skytrain in the
afternoon (and let me tell you Usain Bolt would be proud of me), working, get a
Red Bull or some kind of caffeine not to faint on the desk, yes running once again (see
above), going home, cooking, working ‘till 11:00pm, midnight, 01:00am, it
depends, Saturday nights included. And since simple things are not for me, one
of my new housemates is as funny as crazy and noisy, and he never stops talking,
especially to himself, even at night; so once again it’s been pretty hard to me
to sleep properly and find some residual energy to wake up in the morning to
start again with this wicked and restless cycle.
ITALIAN ON Tutto questo
alla faccia di quel povero stronzo fallito (e spero che tu legga) che ha avuto
il coraggio di dire che in Canada io ho trovato la strada spianata. Di spianato
c’è solo il tuo intelletto, coglione! ITALIAN OFF.
It’s hard, it is indeed, but that’s
how things are. Sometimes I feel sick and tired and I’d like just to say fuck
off to the world, leave everything and getting back home (last time I hugged my
family it was in January). But then I come to think at home it would be not just
harder but hopeless to struggle for my future, and I conclude that my battle for
now is here: there’s no retreat, only victory or defeat!
