Ch 20: Another Gillotine

And so came June - hot and passionate, full of moments, most of which stressful.

My June began with 3 exams and I got to know that I've passed them all, yet there is still work for me on the uni front - need to resit some assignments so that I pass the level. That's what happens when I sleep through the due dates - naughty me.

So I need to do something with my Statistics module and my microbiology one ( although I rule at that I missed the dues of a 50% assignment). And no - I was too late for mitigations.


On 4th I gave my vote on the EU elections - yes, I vote everytime and so will do again on 5th July when are our (Bulgaria) government elections - you have no idea for how much one can sell his/her vote - it's pitifull and it makes me wonder if there are still people with free minds.

As of today (26th) I'm starting work in Thomson as a transfer manager (nothing football related guys, sorry). I'll have to welcome tourists (mostly British, but also Scandinavian and Dutch) at the airport and 'deliver' them to their hotels safe and sound. And the other way around - hotel > airport. Tiring, yet thrilling. Waiting at the airport SUCKS. Always have hated it.

I have made my fair share of tan lines as well ^^. You can say that my ass is a brownish cookie with a film of white icing (the patch of skin under the thong). So basically that white film and and a little more are the only light remaining skin sectors on me (topless FTW).


So far all's good and happy, but my June is far from such.

Just as the last year's, this current one is deadly. On 24th, during the night, my parents' godson fell in comatose due to computer overuse. He's hospitalized and the doctors did what they could and now his parents go through hell of painful waiting. The chance of waking is slim. What annoys me the most about that is the fact that the doctors can't say what exactly has happen with him. Why would a 11yo be like that - it's disapointing and upsetting.


Just a pretty fucked month if you ask me.