Friday July 6th, 2018
On Friday, I had a pretty crazy day. My torture started at 4:30 a.m, when the alarm rang and the silly light turned on in my room. I usually wake up very angry because I love sleeping. I tried to keep calm and stay positive, and I finally got out of bed. Following that, I took a quick shower and went to the kitchen for breakfast.
As a surprise, breakfast was ready and it was one of the dishes that I love, arepa. Arepa is a Venezuelan and Colombian Dish made of corn flour which is previously cooked. So with this flour, along with water and salt, people of my country make a dough that is then cooked, creating a crispy layer that contains soft dough inside. Usually, in Venezuela, we fill the arepas with cheese, meat, butter, cheese cream, salami and many other things, because it's delicious. I am glad that I can eat arepas, because in recent times Venezuela has been going through a very bad situation. Lots of people have to find their food looking in the trash, which is a shame.
When I finished my breakfast, I went to my office and resolved a situation with my work's e-mail, because it wasn't working and I'd been having to use my personal e-mail for work. I had to correct some things on my last report, because my boss told me that it would be better if I had done it like he said. Also, I started to move my things to another office because currently we are changing offices in order to reduce the rent costs.
My day at work finally ended at 5:30 p.m, and I went to a cafeteria to meet with a friend of mine and to talk about our week. We can't do that usually because she works in another city, so it's difficult for us to be able to meet every single week. I stayed with her until she took a taxi to her home, and I decided to take a bus at that same moment.
The bus was uncomfortable, but it was cheaper than taking a taxi. I arrived home at 8 o'clock, and I ate dinner with my mom, grandma and cousins. We talked about our day. My mom said that she had a hard day because she went to a bank looking for cash. This is really difficult here in Venezuela, and she wasted all morning trying to make a bank withdrawal. She left the bank at almost 4:00 p.m and only obtained 100,000 Bs.F, which is nothing and only useful for paying for the bus and perhaps small bags of species for food.
I went to my room and went to sleep at the same time that my head hit the pillow.