In an environment where everyone was playing the role of judge and jury, the only way to survive was to assert some kind of independence. But how would I do that? If I was being honest with myself, my day was off to an unfortunately typical Alfio Scuderi start. But shouldn’t the universe at some point find a new ass to wedgie? I was writing down ( Read more... )

Seven days left.

Why am I talking like Samara from The Ring? Maybe because it's like living inside of that movie. Seven days until I finish my working week.

An usual day turned into a nightmare: got to run at the hospital since my girlfriend had a massive toothache which was, actually, an infection. Ran to Waterloo, sent to London Bridge, ran again ( Read more... )

A brand new week started for me but it wasn't an usual week (5 working days, 2 days off): I had to work 8 f*ucking days all in a row! Guess who's celebrating Christmas at work? Me, exactly! I even asked my manager to let my girlfriend sleep with me during the days tube will be down, but it was obviously denied.

My brain was creating a plan in order ( Read more... )

It's 20:40 and this new blogger has decided to open up a new blog just to spread all the things that come to my mind everyday.

What a rude guy, I forgot to introduce myself:

my name's Alfio, a just-nineteen italian boy who moved to London with his girlfriend in october. I thought my English was good enough to be hired as a receptionist in a hotel ( Read more... )