Friday, 6 February 2009

On going Support to Two Special People.

Yesterday I got a text message from Mia that made me say "huh?"

With the internet working when it feels like it in my new flat and having gone back to work after a nice little holiday that has done me the world of good, I didn´t know what she was talking about.

Today having bougnt a copy of Hola Magazine and been on the internet, reading the official post. It´s true, two of my favourite artists have now joined the statistics of many couples who spend who knows how much time apart.

Carlos Marin and Geraldine Larossa aka Innocence are splitting.

It´s sad to hear but I wish them both the best for the future.

my opinion of both of them has not changed.

I will still support both of them when I can.

but still my heart is a little sore.



Monday, 2 February 2009

Madrid in a blanket of snow and Chaos!

WARNING: this contains some pretty strong swear words!!

I had lived in Madrid for 10 months and thought that by then I got use to the weather changes. Especially when I had to fork out more money for the high Utility bill which I know part of it was not my fault and had to wear god knows how many layers of clothing as well as 4 blankets in bed.

But not having seen January in Madrid, I was not prepared for what happened one weekend. It was as if I was dreaming.

I had read in fictional novels set at the beginning or General Franco's era in the 40's of what the winters in Madrid were like. There was snow and not dandruff flaky snow but real snow. My heart ached. I wanted to see Madrid like that but since global warming has fucked that up big time, I realised that I was not going to see that any time soon.

I was in for a shock.

One morning when, I let my cat out on to the balcony to use her litter box, I was flabbergasted. The cat for a start, was telling me in her “kitty” language “it's too cold even for me out here!” and I noticed the clothes on the washing line, my clothes had snow! I went back to my nice warm room which surprised me because it meant the heater had been switched on and looked out of my window and everything was covered in snow.

It continued to snow all day long and I had to go out to the shops to get the groceries I didn't get the day before and it was a winter wonderland. My favourite city covered by snow! It didn't stop me from slipping a few times with my damn trainers I had been wearing since I got to Madrid and I had to wear my Peruvian sweater over another sweater as well as my coat, scarf made out of more than one Afghan fox and gloves.

Luckily the Metro wasn't buggered, because I had to go to work that day and they were not taking “It snowed” as an excuse. All flights were cancelled and anyone who had the day off that weekend, were all called in to work.

The Queue from all the passengers who had their flights cancelled due to bad weather, didn't end and the worst part was that we had six tills opened and every damned customer was queuing up at my till. Even when Giovi who was one of the managers in charge politely asked them to form 5 other queues, they wouldn't.

There was me thinking the snow was fantastic, and imagined me on my day off playing in the snow. I hadn't seen so much snow since I was in my early 20's when It took me 3 hours to get home from College one night that finally after 2 hours of being on the bus, I walked home.

Guess I didn't think of how the change in the weather would affect everyone at work. Most of us ended up doing an 11 hour shift that Friday night, and we were all on 10 minute breaks. I wasn't feeling that good that day because of my “monthly visitor” and I as irritable as the stranded passengers. Most of them were at the receiving end of my irritability, the ones that deserved it because they were annoying the hell out of me. I know they were annoyed with their flights being cancelled but it's hardly the airport's fault.

We get enough crap from the airheads who work for certain flight companies who think just because they work for a big airline, they think they're better. It must have annoyed them rotten seeing that there was no way in hell they were going to get served that evening or the next day.

The day after I took advantage of taking photos of where I previously lived at the time. The park was still covered in snow, the fountain had frozen over and I managed a sneaky photo of a cat looking a bit puzzled at the white stuff on the ground.

Luckily there weren't as many arse holes in the queue later but poor Flora, the girl who had the thing for Dave was a bit upset because she had been working since 9.30 without taking a break. I did scare her a little by telling her that when she does go for a break, expect it to be short because of the customers. She was lucky.

I was a particular good mood because that same day, I got the answer I had been waiting for. That I got the room I saw earlier in the week, when Mariana screwed me over with her so called bank appointment and I ended up with a fine from the underground which put me in a fowl mood for two days. I thought thank God for that. A bit of good news at least.

By the time I got to Sunday afternoon for my afternoon shift, I was exhausted. I don't think I had ever had that much work since joining there, even during the summer. My energy was drained big time, I guess I was picking up on the energies of the upset and panicky passengers. There were a lot more Police and civil guards on patrol that weekend too. Well T4 does have a police station on the second floor. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and go home straight after. I was starting to imagine what the two weeks without Dave was going to be like when he was going to visit Peru. I guessed Hell. But I also thought of Canillejas and not having to take an hour to get to work. The idea of getting on the bus with Jessica to see the shocked look on her face made me laugh a bit.

I guessed she would be one of the ones who would annoy the shit out of me the most whilst Dave was away.

Giovi, bless him, every time we're working together on the same shift, tells everyone who likes to poke their nose in my business tells them to mind their own and acts like he's working my corner in a boxing match when ever it gets busy. Whenever I'm in one of my moods and I say “I feel like killing!” he often answers “Go ahead, kill, I'll gladly help!” Then he gets a bit disappointed when it's not the person he thinks I want to kill. It's usually some jerk customer who thinks they can out smart me!

By Monday, some of the snow cleared. I still had to go to work but first of all I had some letters to post. The shocks didn't end there I can tell you. There was me thinking of a concert in Madrid that I would be going to with my best friend Mia and the fact that I would be on a different level to how I was in 2007. This incident on the way to the post office even if it was for 5 seconds and half of my nerves were everywhere, have taught me something more.

This whole week was about new experiences and lessons as well as remembering the life lessons that I have already picked up while being living in Madrid.

Meanwhile I was reflecting on what would happen if didn't move from Hortaleza. It was a moment of weakness that made me feel a bit queesy. All people do there is moan and complain about anything that apparently is not their “norm”. I would have probably frozen to death on the terrace from the cold, with Mitzy the poor dog who I forget what breed she is, the only people who actually pay attention to her are the men in that flat. I think she and my cat would have got on great.

But I don't live there now and the weekend it snowed, made me see how lucky I am that I survived all the elements Mother Nature decided to throw at me.