Public sector in Greece

I could start writing now and end probably in a day or two; this is how chaotic public sector in Greece is. If somebody wants a piece of paper he has to run up and down to different departments for even a couple of hours or a couple of days maybe. It's a mess. It's the one thing that can ruin my day and make me feel exhausted for 3 days. The type of people you see in the public sector are: old and tired and very very grumpy, young and bored and very very stupid, women wanting to kill themselves right now, bored people, miserable people, ugly people, hairy people, stinky people, uneducated people, rude people, talking-a-cave-language people, don't-give-a-fuck-about-you-waiting-there-until-they-finish-their-cigarette people. Yes smoking is prohibited inside offices. And all that because they actually have to work less than half the days they're supposed to. Fucking backscratchers, fucking retards, you made my country the shit it is today.You and our unethical politicians. Now young people, like me, who are trying to start living their lives, simply can not. Thank you.

A new beginning

Old habits die hard. I mean really hard. Also, letting go is one of the most difficult conditions I have ever met in life. But why some of us are like that? Don't we like something different in our lives? Don't we want to see something more than what we already have in our comfort zone? Why don't we trust ourselves that we're going to manage "the different" just fine?
I can't throw away old shoes. Only when my foot got bigger when I was younger and  I let my mum do it with great sorrow in my heart.
I can't throw or give away easily old clothes which I love so much but just won't fit because I got fatter damn it! I punish myself by making me see them every day and maybe then I can make the freaking decision and lose a pound. At the end of the day, it won't work. Perfect.
I can't throw away pretty much anything of my stuff which I don't use anymore, or for some of them, I don't know they exist. Sometimes when I have nothing else to do, I open my drawers and have a what-the-fuck-is-all-this face. I immediately throw away whatever I find useless in there. It's very rejuvenating.
I used to bite my nails from whenever I had them. It was stress related but mostly it was a nasty old habit that I just could not stop. I stopped doing it 7-8 years ago but it lasted a year. I'm very very proud of myself that I haven't bitten them in a year again and this time is for real. I have beautiful hands and I own nail polish! Who would have known that I could do that.
I like food. I love it actually and this has caused me serious problems. It has become a habit for me eventually and it is very very very hard to stop it. Not stop eating but you know stop exaggerating. I do not need sugar in my life except from fruit. No sweets, no ice creams (ok maybe once or twice a month), no cakes or cupcakes! I probably do not need salt either. I do not need fried food or 2-3 slices of bread with my meal. And I need to exercise. I have to do it only a couple of times and then it will become my new habit. Which will be good for once. And since I can't afford the personal training gym, this is the next best thing. The beach is right under my house and that's about it. Just do it. Like Nike.

My days are gone

My 10 days became 18 and I couldn't be happier about it. I had fun, I went out, I met people, I stayed home with friends, I probably lost one. No regrets though. My only regrets, if I had any, would be about not leaving even later. But it was time. I'm back home, back to reality, everything is in place, my mind is clear and ready for new pink thoughts and I'm feeling energetic. I won't say it a lot cause I might jinx it and we wouldn't want that now, would we? And on top of everything, weather is getting better day by day and if the sun doesn't fix your mood, I don't know what does! Cheerio

10 days of freedom, please. - Coming up.

It is the day after tomorrow that I forsake this city of mine, which nonetheless I love so very much. The only thought crossing my mind, is changing the return ticket. Maybe moving it several days after my 10 days of freedom pass by. After all, I have absolutely nothing to do here and no one is waiting for me impatiently to come back really.
I'm going to Athens for this test I decided to take and I'm guessing that this is a reason I was looking for, so I can take a leave of absence from this house. 10 care free days, with no nagging, no loud talking, no shouting even, no misery, no psychological tension, free to smoke while watching a movie, no criticism. Very important the last one. Instead, I'm having some alone relaxing time, having-fun-with-best-friends time, change of scenery and most importantly, people. How cool is this? Maybe you wouldn't know, but for me it is very very cool and what I really expected a long time ago. So..... hooray!

*The weather is not very helpful but I don't fucking care. I'm traveling even with a tsunami coming my way.

Article thing

You know, I like the article writing so far. It's been only one I know but tomorrow I'm handing in my second one and I'm really excited because even though I know nothing about journalism or even serious writing, I get to learn a lot of stuff. Seems that doing research on the internet and writing about it helps me to remember all of these stuff. It's very interesting and important to me. If I was just reading all this information for me, to get some knowledge and wisdom, I probably would have forgotten half of it in a week. It's kind of inexcusable to myself but I've reached a point in my life where it seems I don't really care about anything, except my future which is very very uncertain at the moment. Therefore, I'm concerned about it, I have trouble concentrating on anything else, trouble on remembering stuff and serious lack of motivation.
So the articles every week give me motivation, knowledge, concentration and in general the whole situation is helpful. And wait for the time that I start getting paid! No I'm not getting paid, I told you we're not New York Times. Maybe sometime, maybe when I become famous...