guess what: I am having tea again. herbal tea, yeah.

it was a terrible Thursday. like an awful one. apparently misunderstanding is the core of the problems. I hate becoming vague tasks. I need to hear what is expected from me when and how. and when I finished the job I was sad-looking tired. i don't like it when I can't hide the fatigue.

fortunately she had cooked very delicious supper and he had brought beer !

the book I finished today was too depressing. I was in the bus and I couldn't help crying. I cried in the bus.

but a little dream came true. I interviewed a girl for a vacancy we have at the office. I was free to ask the questions, to chose how to find out if she is the one we are looking for. and I asked how she differs her days from each other. I wanted to hear what she does every day for the first time. she didn't have any answers for me. I guess she was a bit...nope very confused.

anyway I don't understand people who don't have hobbies and don't have another inner world out of their routine... I just thought about my hobbies...

I was playing with Rubik's cube when he asked me to teach him one day. I promised. she was jealous, as always. I didn't care. I only remembered the days when mum was teaching me the steps to bring all the colors to their right places.

wouldn't consider the day the best one. meh... usual one.

usual #Thursday

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