A new dawn ...

Let's just lay it down like it really is:

I read blogs. Kind of a lot, it seems. I read them because I'm a big gossip and because when you're stuck in a crappy job it's the equivalent to mindlessly chatting to a a friend on the phone all day. But, sometimes it gets to me when a blog is just too shiny and happy, because let's be honest, humans revel in others' failures. Hell, the Germans even have a word for it.

And so with that in mind I thought I'd write a blog about all the crappy stuff that happens to me on an oh-so-frequent basis. I thought other people might delight in all my mishaps, both major and minor, and I could possibly find it a bit theraputic to write about them. Oh, and let's not forget about my friends, who then would be spared some of my ranting and complaining.

Let me set the scene. I'm living in Spain largely due to the behest (okay, maybe that's a strong word, but damn, it's fancy) of my now ex-bf, with whom I was totally in love. To be honest, I kind of hate Spain. I don't really jibe with a lot of aspects of Spanish culture, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say they don't jibe with me. I'm not entirely sure how to use "jibe" in a sentence, actally, but it kinda pissed someone off the other week, so I'm determined to stick with it.

Okay, so why come here if he COMPLETELY fucked me over? (More on that another time). Because, kids, I had been applying for jobs/internships here in anticipation of my Great Move. Not wanting to simply have a job title of Girlfriend or teach English, I thought it would be best to do something that would be good for me and my non-existant career, so I could justify being here in more ways than one.

So I got a kick ass internship, and then the ex broke up with me.

I still moved.

But now, even the internship is sucking. Or I seem to be sucking at it (this came as a bit of a surprise to me) and so the only other reason I had to be here could have been taken from me as well.

Stay tuned for details. I'm writing this from a low paid, crappy, illegal job in a call center. It's 8pm on a Friday, I have a cold, and the only plans I have on offer for the evening are to go back to my flat and sleep off some depression after a 10 hour day.

Have a great weekend!

A new dawn ...

Let's just lay it down like it really is:

I read blogs. Kind of a lot, it seems. I read them because I'm a big gossip and because when you're stuck in a crappy job it's the equivalent to mindlessly chatting to a a friend on the phone all day. But, sometimes it gets to me when a blog is just too shiny and happy, because let's be honest, humans revel in others' failures. Hell, the Germans even have a word for it.

And so with that in mind I thought I'd write a blog about all the crappy stuff that happens to me on an oh-so-frequent basis. I thought other people might delight in all my mishaps, both major and minor, and I could possibly find it a bit theraputic to write about them. Oh, and let's not forget about my friends, who then would be spared some of my ranting and complaining.

Let me set the scene. I'm living in Spain largely due to the behest (okay, maybe that's a strong word, but damn, it's fancy) of my now ex-bf, with whom I was totally in love. To be honest, I kind of hate Spain. I don't really jibe with a lot of aspects of Spanish culture, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say they don't jibe with me. I'm not entirely sure how to use "jibe" in a sentence, actally, but it kinda pissed someone off the other week, so I'm determined to stick with it.

Okay, so why come here if he COMPLETELY fucked me over? (More on that another time). Because, kids, I had been applying for jobs/internships here in anticipation of my Great Move. Not wanting to simply have a job title of Girlfriend or teach English, I thought it would be best to do something that would be good for me and my non-existant career, so I could justify being here in more ways than one.

So I got a kick ass internship, and then the ex broke up with me.

I still moved.

But now, even the internship is sucking. Or I seem to be sucking at it (this came as a bit of a surprise to me) and so the only other reason I had to be here could have been taken from me as well.

Stay tuned for details. I'm writing this from a low paid, crappy, illegal job in a call center. It's 8pm on a Friday, I have a cold, and the only plans I have on offer for the evening are to go back to my flat and sleep off some depression after a 10 hour day.

Have a great weekend!

A new dawn ...

Let's just lay it down like it really is:

I read blogs. Kind of a lot, it seems. I read them because I'm a big gossip and because when you're stuck in a crappy job it's the equivalent to mindlessly chatting to a a friend on the phone all day. But, sometimes it gets to me when a blog is just too shiny and happy, because let's be honest, humans revel in others' failures. Hell, the Germans even have a word for it.

And so with that in mind I thought I'd write a blog about all the crappy stuff that happens to me on an oh-so-frequent basis. I thought other people might delight in all my mishaps, both major and minor, and I could possibly find it a bit theraputic to write about them. Oh, and let's not forget about my friends, who then would be spared some of my ranting and complaining.

Let me set the scene. I'm living in Spain largely due to the behest (okay, maybe that's a strong word, but damn, it's fancy) of my now ex-bf, with whom I was totally in love. To be honest, I kind of hate Spain. I don't really jibe with a lot of aspects of Spanish culture, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say they don't jibe with me. I'm not entirely sure how to use "jibe" in a sentence, actally, but it kinda pissed someone off the other week, so I'm determined to stick with it.

Okay, so why come here if he COMPLETELY fucked me over? (More on that another time). Because, kids, I had been applying for jobs/internships here in anticipation of my Great Move. Not wanting to simply have a job title of Girlfriend or teach English, I thought it would be best to do something that would be good for me and my non-existant career, so I could justify being here in more ways than one.

So I got a kick ass internship, and then the ex broke up with me.

I still moved.

But now, even the internship is sucking. Or I seem to be sucking at it (this came as a bit of a surprise to me) and so the only other reason I had to be here could have been taken from me as well.

Stay tuned for details. I'm writing this from a low paid, crappy, illegal job in a call center. It's 8pm on a Friday, I have a cold, and the only plans I have on offer for the evening are to go back to my flat and sleep off some depression after a 10 hour day.

Have a great weekend!