Casa Robino

Yesterday, I had a date with Mr. X. If I had known it was going to be a date, I wouldn't have shown up at all. I was there for a job interview, which he had contacted me for through the CouchSurfing website, no less. However, upon arrival, he seemed to think that it was an interview for him, for the position of getting up my skirt. Needless to say, I wasn't amused. Even if I wasn't still in love (and I am still) with my ex-boyfriend, who makes everyone else look lazy/stupid/ugly in comparison, this Mr.

Hey guys, especially those of you who have lived in Istanbul, I'm looking for one-day-work in Istanbul.

No contracts, day-by-day basis, get paid in cash, whatever

What the fuck can I do?

I was realizing.... I really need to work-work, so I can buy a camera, and so on and so on......... But I need a work that I will be able to leave easily.

Does anyone know of a place where I could, hypothetically, work tomorrow, and leave the next day?

Dear Casa: I am happy in this small world;
and I still carry around bits and pieces of you, from you, to you.
I am still walking in your boots that you gave me when I had no more shoes left, and I'm still mending the same dress that I hitchhiked across a few continents in, and my life is filled with sweet old memories, and lovely new friendships.

A few weeks before ever coming to Istanbul, I got a random e-mail from Mert there, who told me he had seen me dancing in Lily's dumpster-dive documentary, Skipping Waste.