If I only scrape a living, at least it's a living worth scraping
today I started my job as a cleaner at a hotel, and was, yet again, confrontted by my crippling linguistic incapabilities. Everyone I work with speaks 3 languages. Minimum. And this is in a job that at home we would qualify as ‘unskilled’.
Speaking one language here is like not believing sausages, bacon and ham all come from the same animal.
To quote my new boss “that is the shit.”
my parents forgot to record the first 2 episodes of The Killing season 3.
the only available online version with english subtitles is on iplayer.
I can’t watch iplayer because I’m out of the country.
I can’t watch it at the cinema here because it will be in Danish with Dutch subtitles.
my mum just told me what happened in the email she sent saying it was disappointing.
my neighbour is watching a film that seems solely comprised of fight scenes.
it is so loud that the wall behind my bed is shaking.
I’m crying.
I ramble enough on here about moving to Maastricht, so I thought I’d upload some (very bad) snaps of my new room.
I still have nowhere to live in the Netherlands, and it’s beginning to freak me out. I don’t have much time!
every time I get an email in Dutch from a Dutch landlord there’s this banner over the top which says ”Hotmail finds this email very suspicious, be aware.” nice bit of technological xenophobia there.
and now I’m going out in Clapham with my friend who’s home for the weekend. YAY!
