Here we are, almost a month has passed and everything is going very well. The first day of the week (last week) are spent lazy since, having found a job, I actually had a shit to do.
I furnished my room, finally. I went into a kind of department store and bought linen pillowcases pillows covered. All black, class. Sure, I'm Fucking: just open the package I discovered that all my bedding is only partially black, the rest is a kind of tune but in shades of gray pellicciadileopardo indecent. My room now looks the chamber of a pimp, a gigolo, we lack only the mirror on the ceiling and then I'm fine.
There is also to say that the sense of taste and aesthetics that they have here, in fact those fucking sheets are just fine. To be clear: to go to work I bought the pants and jacket from those omenét. Shit, I also think all'Oviesse stuff that you would ask "Are you sure?" before beating the ticket. Obscene. Here I make a great impression.
Yes, kiwifruit (white ones) have not the slightest sense of aesthetics. And this is just fine except that the system is in their hands - and rightly so, is their home. But the consequence is that a poor giuovane like me who do not say I have great taste but at least I would like to introduce "idiot in the least possible" (cited in The Deboscio), I can not. There are shops that sell decent stuff.
On the other hand here is spent just enough to dress even the cock. In Italy you spend even 60, 80 € T-shirt printed with the simple shit, here you bring them home with 25 neuro. Which I would say that it's okay.
And speaking of €, is an amazing thing happened. I have three Euros. Poof, magic, appeared so in a way that seem like science fiction in Italy. How did I bring up three euros so? Simple: I put them in the BANK. Exactly.
Let's talk about my bank account in Italy: Interest income - I got the package last week - are 0.010% and I think are cleared every three months, less the costs of administration and various cocks. Bottom line: your nest egg will never grow. To make it grow you have to invest, and I think you're lucky if we derive a 3% or so.
There are two types of account: the current account and savings account. You do them to you both. The current account does not give you interest, is that where you have the cash, and you use every day. It has a monthly fee which I think is $ 5 (2 € and something with the current exchange rate), you can choose to have no fixed cost but I do not pay any transaction you should, here you use an ATM anywhere really, even the disco when you beer orders have POS terminals in each location, fast and reliable. The savings account has no running costs and gives you seven percent interest each month. In short, I took me a little of euros and the other day, as if by magic, I noticed that they were raised. Things of this world.
Punctual as a Swiss clock, as reliable as a Macintosh, that's the drive or who knows who actually sent me the license. Now I have here, beautiful, in my wallet, New Zealand Drivers Licence, as beautiful as the sun. I think later or in the coming days I am going to conclude my insurance policy RCA - I do not know if I've already said - this costs 70 euros per year. I said seventy. Make them pay and damages. Remains out of gas in the wood, call them and they will carry the fuel tank. Seventy € per year. And I do it for me, not for the car. So I can do with the car accident the first jerk who pays me and are in place. Sci.
I started the job. It 'actually Funny, I have to sensitize people to the cause type ciaochebruttoinafricasimuoredifameadottaunbambino third worldism. All this mainly door to door, like Jehovah's Witnesses, but also occasionally in malls or something. We tried for a couple of hours on Friday and are also able to place a small child. And good Taissa.
To celebrate, Friday was drunk in a really indecent. Before we went to a place called Bar 3, located within the kind of mall that is under the Sky Tower. The good news is that they put on hip hop. The downside is that they put the house 8 years ago, so not old enough to be old school: it was just old. We therefore
moved to a place called Lounge where thank god do not call lounge music but god damn make music hiphop. I killed them with the shot called Backdraft. Tray with glass top, fill the glass can not remember what, pay another thing on top of the cup that overflows into the saucer, set fire to everything, turn off the fire with another glass, pull it up with all the fumes of alcohol to 'inside, I make them draw straws with na and then you drink the shot. Picturesque. I died. On the way back I had to ask the driver to drop me to vomit on the street corner, I heard Eminem.
The next day, C's sister's birthday, we went to a Japanese. I think the technical term is Teppanyaki but I could be wrong, I only know the Japanese Bukkake. The fact is that is that place where every table has a plate, you order and the chef is cooking in front of you and doing all those circus acts with the knife, you pull the food in your mouth, makes the juggling and various cocks. I'm going more places in sti more I realize that my hand should be genetically structured in a manner inconsistent with the stirrers. There is no way, are those with a disabled person. But I am stubborn and never ask a fork in some way I can eat. Davo more show I tried to eat the rice that the chef zakzazkzakzakzak to do with knives.
Oh well we had to cook most of the room so it is not prevented sti which did great numbers.
lazy Sunday spent, now I have the day off and then fooling around, tonight we look at the new 007. I that movie I slam my balls I had never seen a film of 007, moved by compassion C I rented Casino Royale, and we just looked at it last night, it seems to me a piece of shit, I will see how Quantum of Solace. Among other things I still have trouble understanding spoken English, and then watch them in Ingels films with English subtitles. At the movies are not there, then boh. I watched Rocknrolla (to Guy Ritchie) and I knew half the story, I looked at them and Mirrors oh well, there was no plot to understand, another film of shit. Of course I shit under guard, because I saw a half.
Today I reapply for the number for the fees (and is also the case, without taxing me that 45% of salary to be safe, instead of 20% or less to be taxed in reality) because I have returned my question by saying that I had provided the license was expired. That is true, but I attached the sheet of the Provincial Health Services which states that my license is renewed. Not to say as many cocks and so they have decided to star safer to fuck. Fuck, I paid to have it translated. But I bring all so fantastic with my NZ license and eat in the head at all, Tze. A resent
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