terça-feira, 31 de maio de 2011

Porto. My city.

quarta-feira, 25 de maio de 2011

I'm experiencing a deep need to travel.

Or going to an awesome concert.


Claudia

sexta-feira, 20 de maio de 2011

Dear 16-year-old Me

Visitas surpresa.


Gotta love them.
Claudia

quarta-feira, 18 de maio de 2011

O meu novo local de trabalho

The Richmond Gate Hotel

:)

Claudia

quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2011

Dear Miss Kenyon

A few weeks before my birthday I went for a job interview. I had moved to London two months before and had been constantly sending out CV's in order to arrange interviews.
I am kind of a likeable person, so I didn't do very badly at them, but because I'm portuguese and had never worked in the UK before (well, except at the restaurant, a girl has to eat while she looks for a job), they would always choose someone more experienced. So one day I was having one of those days - the skies were gray (which, thinking rationally is not that hard in London), I was here all by myself with my friends posting pictures of them at the beach all together and drinking beer... I'm loosing my train of thought. Back to what's important - and I had been reading your Dark Hunters series for what it must be the tenth time now. Well, I was at the library and in my bag was Acheron, the book, not him, he couldn't fit there, you say he's kind of tall so, yeah, the book. Because it's one of those books that has almost the same meaning as The Little Prince or Emma, anyway, I read it when I don't know what to read or I don't feel like starting a new unknown book (you know the feeling when you finish a really good book and you kind of need to digest it before starting a new one? I always feel like I'm betraying my fictional literatural -does this word exist? Oh well, I'm sure you understand what I mean- friends). So yes, I always have it close, because I can just open it randomnly and read from wherever. So there I was, depressed, with a smelly guy sitting right next to me using the library computers for internet, and a company called Akkeron was recruiting. I smiled at myself and replied.
After a week or so they calle me up, and this girl, Joanne Hunt, who is the the front desk manager, asked me to go for an interview. Few days later, ragged knees because I had fallen jumping from the train to the platform on a rainy day, stockings completely ruined, and in a bad mood I get to this city, called Richmond, right at the outskirts of central London, with a park that has reindeers in it, beatiful, gorgeous place, I went to the closest Costa (which I dont know if you have it in USA, but it's like the biggest Starbucks competitor around here), cleaned my knees, pull my skirt dowm, my stockings up, clean up my face and went to the interview.

Meanless to say, I got the job. My Company is called Akkeron, my boss is called Hunt and the best thing of all, there is actually a pub called Sanctuary that we reccomend the tourists because it's really close to the hotel. Can you see what I am saying? What a cosmic joke! And I know it's all a coincidence, but it gives me a great pleasure, and giggles as well, to think my big boss is Acheron. And I couldnt do it if I hadnt read the series. The book related jokes, I mean.

It may not be a big deal, but moving out of the country alone and with no help, just books because there is no internet, Acheron being the only book I brought with me, a girl goes a little bit crazy, so off course she is going to find this comical and interesting.

Anyway, just to let you know, because I find it funny. And helpful in a place where everybody is a stranger.
And sorry for my mind wandering, I get lost in my own head, but hey, that's why you're the writer and not me. I'm definetly a reader.

Thank you

Claudia

(AH! Will my salary be paid in gold and stuff? If so, tell Artemis I live in a tiny room and my friend Maria is sleeping on a mattress on the floor, so please, tell her to be careful :) )
xxx

Seria de esperar...

... que me tendo mudado para Londres e com tantas coisas a acontecer, que eu não iria parar de vir aqui e deixar fotografias ou coisas assim. A verdade nem é que tenha falta de tempo. Falta de internet resolve-se ali no Starbucks que é practicamente à porta de casa. Mas não, o que se passa é mais falta de vontade. Quando nos vemos sem net muito tempo o instinto é: facebook, e-mails, tumblr (dos outros) e por em dia as series. É isto que eu faço. E quase sempre por esta ordem.

Mas pronto, cá estou eu. E vou relatar: mudei-me para Londres, arranjei emprego num restaurante, mudei-me para um quarto meu, chegou a Maria que agora partilha o quarto comigo, arranjei emprego num hotel, os meus amigos vieram cá fazer-me uma surpresa, eu despedi-me do restaurante, quase arranjamos (eu e a Maria) uma casa só para nós as duas, acabamos por não nos mudar, eu comecei a trabalhar no hotel e agora estamos de novo à procura de casa.
Uf! Tudo num parágrafo.

Na verdade muitas mais coisas aconteceram. Conheci gente incrível, fiz amigos, já tenho emprego. E vida social, que tanta falta me fazia.

Vou tentar vir cá mais vezes.

Claudia.
 

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