My Life in U.S.

I always wanted to go to United States, It was like a dream to me. I tried a couple times but it didn't work out, finally in December of last year the dream was about to come true. I applied for a work program, a foreign exchange in which I would spend 4 months working, the 5th month to travel and enjoy the country could do whatever I wanted but work. I thought I could easily live without my family... we traveled to Miami together, they were going to Orlando, Florida while I was going to Williamsburg, Virginia. After my mom got into the plane I just realized that I had to do everything by myself, that was frightening situation. Anyway, I've gotta move on, to be sad and miss them wouldn't change the moment. When I arrived in Williamsburg, in spite of the lack of things to do, I was really enjoying it. It was winter and I had never faced such a low temperature. One of the first things I did when I get there, was to take a walk and know the neighbourhood. There was a outled near the hotel, which, by the way, was such a lousy establishment. I think the Outled was the most well attended place in Williamsburg by the brazilians, there more than 30 of us in the same hotel. In the day after my arrival I went to my "boss" office to figure out about my job, etc. He first asked me if I knew how to cook, but the thing is, that was not what I sign for!!!! In my contract said I was supposed to work as a recepcionist!!! He told I would work as a buser, and also told me it was a great job... he just convinced me. OK, no problem at all. The first 2 weeks I was still learning how to do it. So, I was not supposed to earn tips, but they gave me anyway. It was a great job, it consisted in helping the waiters; to serve water, bread, butter, to help the customers i they needed help, set up the table(before the meals and after the costumers leave), fold napkins, etc. I started to work in december and the hotel was really, really crowded. There was no time to rest, everybody was always in a hurry. Sometimes the waiters got stressed out, but it was perfect understandable. One of my goals when I decided to go to US was to have a great time. I got really disappointed with that. Williamsburg is a historical city, that was the place that one of battles for independence took place. Williamsburg was also known as a place that people go to retire. Anyway, there was absolutely nothing to do(I had the idea of calling it NOTHINGSBURG), we had only the movies and 2 pubs in the entire city besides of some private parties inside the rooms. After some time working, aproximately a month, some brazilians started to look for a second job. They just thought "In this city is hard to have a great time, so let's at least make some money!!!". That was not a bad idea at all!!! I decided to do the same. With a friend's help, I got another job, but there were some complications in it. 1) I couldn't drop the another one if I wanted, it was tied to my VISA; 2) I needed something with a flexible schedule; 3) The job was far from where we lived. In spite of all these difficulties I made it work. I'm going to describe my life, briefly, when I working in 2 places. I used to wake up 6 days a week 8 o'clock and go to my first work in the hotel riding my bike(yeah, I bought a bike there). At 4:30 when I was done, I had to ride my bike to go to the bakery(I worked as a salad guy), it used to take around 30 minutes to get there. After my shift was over at 11:30 or midnight, depending on the day, I had to get my bike again and go for another 30-minutes ride to get home. I lived doing this freaking crazy routine for over 2 months. I don't regret, to get a second job was the best thing I did in Williamsburg. I improved my English, I met some American guys, dated a girl(Kristen) and made good money. Ohhhh, I have much more to say, but I'd better stop right now. In conclusion, I definetely had a great experience, and got much more mature.