The EM finale was definitly not the best match, but stirring enough, that my mind was racing for ages afterwards. I felt so bad for the Portugese, they were so sad. *me doesnt like sad people* After not even 2 hours of sleep I had to get up and go to work at an ungodly hour, 4.45 am to be exaxct.

My first day alone went well. I was speeding through my area, so much, that my group leader said I should go a little slower tomorrow. I had bright red cheeks! hehe I hope no one complains about God knows what, that would be embarrassing.

8 hours of work a day are ok, but more than that, unacceptable.