Wrong eye

What a week,
The first whole summer I've ever spend in England and I have to admit that the English weather didn't let me down. I expected rain and I rain I got. Plenty! Too much even, because there are still parts of England which are flooded pretty badly, it's a bit like this major flood we had in Austria a few years ago, where everybody sat in front of Strom, watching the Strom stream by.

Last weekend was very good organised ... this weekend keeps surprising me in a very chaotic way. I missed Lucy's leaving drinks on Friday, due to bad time management, which was very sad. Saturday was a very loooong day as well, first I went shopping for "prescriptive" shoes, which May thinks are soo cool ... oh and I visited my flatmate selling toys at the toyshop ... and at 4 o'clock in the morning I had to wake up May (who holds her very own room at our little flat now) to ask her to bring me to hospital, because one of my eyeballs had shifted in colour from bright white to ruby red, which - for most parts of the body - is not a desirable colour.
But it's all cool now. I got eyedrops and it will all be good and in the meanwhile I keep looking like I'm on drugs ... which I'm not, Mum.

backpackers all over

it's been a while that I started working in a backpackers hostel. and it's crazy. crazy people, crazy managers, crazy situations. It couldn't be more typical: barmen's selling weed to guests, employees make out with guests, employees fall in love with guests, guests get drunk whenever they can, guest can't find their beds when they are drunk, other guests find drunk guests in their bed... things like that. Working there and seeing all this makes me feel like the most responsible person in the world (for the first time in my life).

babyface?

babyface?
Originally uploaded by martina melitta

Yeay, after a girly night on Friday, with Agata, a late May, Veronica, Audrey and Omer and a Chilled out evening on Saturday with beer and addictive Thai-curry, I can say one thing for sure - I like the flat and my flatmates and living in Old street again! Everything else is ...

24/7 and 9 to 5

I think the next time I wake up from my work routine I will be retired..

The big life crisis is coming! Watch out for desperate calls and late night door ringing.

girls

girls
Originally uploaded by martina melitta

Dear blog. Long time no see! It's all alright here in London. No bombs hit me so far and I hope nothing is gonna happen in the future. I take the tube to work everyday, squeezed into the carriages with hundreds of people. We are all a bit sweaty.
I listen to ABBA every morning, Who's the dancing queen?
The pic I took is from last weekend, when May, Agata and I had a girly night out. With Britney and Jenny.

today

Today I got caught being under my work-desk together with stefan, one consultant said to another one: "you are sharp as a razor blade my friend" and in 20 minutes my favourite latinos come to my place to have a beer pre-evening. Just Matzi is having beer, Fritzi brings his red wine to (how he calls it) "shoot himself into other spheres"... thank god I grew up.. hm.

don't have a after business beer @ work

you might already know that I've a new job. I am now recepcionist of a backpackers hostel. a backpackers hostel with a bar, free staff drinks and a nice bar keeper. 3 reasons to have a beer after the afternoonshift but... nononononooooo. oh if I just had known before that there would come 6 people with reservations at 2 a.m. and there would only be 3 beds free I would have gone home earlier. Ended up having a beer while calling 12481469137 hotels to get them a room. Oh what a night....

girrrls

Just came back from a "female meeting" at Julias place.. It was really really funny and we were talking a lot of unimportant bur hillarious stuff while having some drinks. Vetsch, Verena, Claudia, Anita, Julia and me gave every theme a shot and I must say it was really a brilliant evening and it is nice to have la Senorita Chulia back in Vienna...

Quotes of the day:
Julia: So they are not having sex before getting married... hm... that is like those crazy people.. how are they called... ah.. Vegans..

Vetsch: Also der hat ja schon Käseecken bei den Haaren... (Gemeint waren Geheimratsecken.. aber Verena hat sich den Fauxpas durch die Ähnlichkeit von Geheimratskäse und Geimratsecken erklärt)

ja, ja.. jetzt horcht sich des ned sooo super an.. aber ich fands lustig.. hmm.. freak!

sunday sales

in Sevilla sales starts on the 1st of July. every year. doesn't matter which weekday. so, hystery shopping started today and after a cleaning-all-the-flat-morning I just HAD to go downtown. But millions of people in every shop and 35 degrees made me just by a softdrink for the way home. Thought it was a better idea to take some pics than do shopping with spanish senyoritas. Saw some awsome cars and fantastic patios (backyards) and felt real good. That's all for today.