and we will go to the end of the world
Sometimes I think to myself, why the fuck even bother with Europe, why not just learn Spanish and move to Latin America. This is what happens when it rains and rains and rains (and snows as an interlude) at a time of the year when there's supposed to be fucking flowers blooming and sunshine and when you can almost wear shorts and wade in various bodies of water for a few minutes - pair that with seeing amazing pictures from Argentina (or some other Southern American country) and there it is, the Fuck Europe kind of mood. Yes, I know there are advantages to living in Europe. And yes, it could be worse, I could be in Ireland (where aside from lousy weather, the apartments are lousily insulated and sometimes there's not even hot water). But we don't talk about that now. Fuck Europe. But yes, I have a pretty awesome girlfriend here whom I love even when (like me) she's annoyed and annoying because of the weather, and two rather fantastic cats - which basically just means that I would just move to South America with girlfriend and cats in tow (she knows Spanish already, anyway, and the cats are polyglots, as I speak Czech, English and Slovenian with them, no problemo).
Either way, I don't really have anything to say, aside from happy Easter! I turned 28 some three days ago and got a super-original no-flour-only-ground-almonds (aka healthy!) cake, plus a bunch of beautiful tulips that make me smile a little whenever I look at them, and a pair of custom Nike running shoes that a little boy somewhere in Vietnam stitched together just for me I designed on the Nike website and that then got made exactly the way they looked, plus a tag instead of the Nike logotype in front. These are my tulips:
I found out today that if I stop working on Wednesday like planned and then start in my new job on the following Monday, thereby creating two days of an "interruption" to my employment, I will not be entitled to taking vacation until after I've worked 6 months for my new employer, unless of course we agree that they will graciously let me take some time off anyway. What kind of a silly rule is that? (Fuck Europe!) Just so you know, I'm not in a terrible hateful mood right now. Why do I need vacation, you ask? Well, I was hoping M and I could go somewhere together in June, since she hasn't had any vacation yet this year and our city-trip combined with the Pink concert in Vienna in early May might not be possible... and I am a spoiled sucker and like to take some time off every quarter, because seriously, most work - even the kind that I like - just gets too obnoxious after a certain time and I find myself being irritable and pissed of at little things and it's just good to take a break. That applied while I was working at Google, too, by the way. I pitched Egypt to M, because diving is quite spectacular in Egypt, I hear, and it's not too far or too expensive. I had been to Egypt 10 years ago (I even posted about it on LJ, complete with scanned pictures!); that trip was the first time I travelled without my parents, just with a friend, and I went from Cairo down to Luxor and Aswan, then spent some time in Hurghada with my friend and then-classmate Veronika who I had a tiny girl-crush on. This time I'm afraid we won't be going to see the pyramids, since we'll be on the coast, but hopefully if we go we'll see plenty of fish and turtles and if we're lucky maybe we'll finally see a whale shark!
One thing I have been missing recently is skating, the way the blade cuts into the ice with that sweet sound... I miss watching skating, even. Talking about skating, I will admit that I find Johnny Weir increasingly fake and a disappointing, based on his online presence - yes, I know, what the fuck happened here? But I have been saying it for a while, that I mostly cared about Johnny the skater and the boy who loved skating... and then some, but when it started being all about attention-whoring and media-whoring and then the "begging" for money (which I'm still not sure if it was legit or a fake)... I found myself more than a little disillusioned. (I need new LJ icons!) I heard Kim Yu-Na is still a rockstar; how could she not? :)
Either way, I don't really have anything to say, aside from happy Easter! I turned 28 some three days ago and got a super-original no-flour-only-ground-almonds (aka healthy!) cake, plus a bunch of beautiful tulips that make me smile a little whenever I look at them, and a pair of custom Nike running shoes that a little boy somewhere in Vietnam stitched together just for me I designed on the Nike website and that then got made exactly the way they looked, plus a tag instead of the Nike logotype in front. These are my tulips:
I found out today that if I stop working on Wednesday like planned and then start in my new job on the following Monday, thereby creating two days of an "interruption" to my employment, I will not be entitled to taking vacation until after I've worked 6 months for my new employer, unless of course we agree that they will graciously let me take some time off anyway. What kind of a silly rule is that? (Fuck Europe!) Just so you know, I'm not in a terrible hateful mood right now. Why do I need vacation, you ask? Well, I was hoping M and I could go somewhere together in June, since she hasn't had any vacation yet this year and our city-trip combined with the Pink concert in Vienna in early May might not be possible... and I am a spoiled sucker and like to take some time off every quarter, because seriously, most work - even the kind that I like - just gets too obnoxious after a certain time and I find myself being irritable and pissed of at little things and it's just good to take a break. That applied while I was working at Google, too, by the way. I pitched Egypt to M, because diving is quite spectacular in Egypt, I hear, and it's not too far or too expensive. I had been to Egypt 10 years ago (I even posted about it on LJ, complete with scanned pictures!); that trip was the first time I travelled without my parents, just with a friend, and I went from Cairo down to Luxor and Aswan, then spent some time in Hurghada with my friend and then-classmate Veronika who I had a tiny girl-crush on. This time I'm afraid we won't be going to see the pyramids, since we'll be on the coast, but hopefully if we go we'll see plenty of fish and turtles and if we're lucky maybe we'll finally see a whale shark!
One thing I have been missing recently is skating, the way the blade cuts into the ice with that sweet sound... I miss watching skating, even. Talking about skating, I will admit that I find Johnny Weir increasingly fake and a disappointing, based on his online presence - yes, I know, what the fuck happened here? But I have been saying it for a while, that I mostly cared about Johnny the skater and the boy who loved skating... and then some, but when it started being all about attention-whoring and media-whoring and then the "begging" for money (which I'm still not sure if it was legit or a fake)... I found myself more than a little disillusioned. (I need new LJ icons!) I heard Kim Yu-Na is still a rockstar; how could she not? :)