martes, 28 de abril de 2015

Spanglish #132

Todas las mañanas es the same shit, me despierto después de que suena la segunda alarma y vuelvo a dormir otros 15 minutos, luego i go to the bathdroom and when regreso to my cuarto i sleep again another 15 minutes because i'm sleepy and i really don't like my job.
Luego voy corriendo por la calle para tomar my bus, and everyday is the same story, i have to caminar a través de una gasolinera donde some random guys always me chiflan y stare at me as if i was a piece of meat.
I feel very lucky when my bus no tarda en pasar or when está ahí parado justo cuando llego. The good thing about this ruta es que se vacía dos paradas después so i can take a sit. Son solo 20 minutos de camino al trabajo, así que esta cool.
I'm tired of desayunar lo mismo, incluso i've stared to get bored of drinking orange juice every single day. Then i go to the building donde trabajo to comenzar el día, another boring day doing nada, just escuchar música, platicar y estar sentada in silence when no están mis compañeros, only my boss and I.
Today i realized that i feel uncofortable with people con las que no puedo compartir ningún gusto, porque son incledibly aburridas y simplonas. Also me di cuenta de que me incomoda a lot que intenten touch my hair or my arms sin my permission.
Después de comer i have to wait only 2 and a half hours to get out and go to my cuarto para poder ver alguna serie, smoke one cigarrette and bañarme, take two pills of passiflora and intentar dormir.
Hoy me dieron ganas de hablar spanglish conmigo misma, because that's what i do when i'm alone and i'm talking to myself. It feels great, and siempre hago lo mismo mientras camino para tomar my camión.
You know what i hate about this? no? The fact that you're not feeling able to own yor life, i mean, everything that you have it's not what you want, like, your job, your friends or at least the people that is around you. I just hate that feeling of just filling a place that you actually didn't want since the beginning.
To be a number, a code, only a worker, a little piece of cold shit.
Let's face it, everuthing sucks

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