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So let's see. It's been a while.
Last weekend, I went to Doolin and it was wonderfully beautiful. Except the weather blew and I dropped my camera in the ocean. Which was very depressing. Oh and the girl behind me on the way there on the bus threw up in a bag.... Not cool.
Then last week was my third complete week of work. I really really like my job here.
It is a job I would genuinely enjoy having in real life. Especially if they paid me.
Getting paid would make it double cool.
My boss, Barbara, and I took a cab where the driver had been peeing into a bottle... that was also weird.
My boss flipped out and we got to walk the rest of the way back to the office in the rain with buckets of paint we had just bought.
This weekend we went to Dingle (the Dingle Peninsula in fact) with a giant group of the IES kids... like 50 of us.
It was slightly insane. Turns out I'm not very good at traveling with groups.
But we barhopped and did the whole mingling thing which is new to me but was pretty neat.
Also we saw a man at a bar who had been painted entirely orange by his friends presumably while he was passed out on a table in the bar as part of a stag party (Ireland's answer to what a soon to be married man and his friends should do... for like a week straight at some point before the wedding...)
Mingling is definitely something I hope to get better at. Although possibly next time with a slightly less large, loud and drunk group of people. Which isn't to say that that didn't make talking easier... Because anyone you wanted to talk to you could just be asked "So what's up with the orange guy?" even if you had already asked three of their friends... Sneaky.
So that's pretty much the last two weeks for me...
Ah and this evening I got officially dumped in an e-mail. And it sucks cause I can't be mad because he didn't do anything wrong.
Anger is an important part of my coping process.
This definitely isn't one of those like "Aw hug" situations so much as it is like Hey guys please don't mention it. Ever.
Caring is weird. And horrible it seems.
I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow. And be distracted. And busy and happy.
Last weekend, I went to Doolin and it was wonderfully beautiful. Except the weather blew and I dropped my camera in the ocean. Which was very depressing. Oh and the girl behind me on the way there on the bus threw up in a bag.... Not cool.
Then last week was my third complete week of work. I really really like my job here.
It is a job I would genuinely enjoy having in real life. Especially if they paid me.
Getting paid would make it double cool.
My boss, Barbara, and I took a cab where the driver had been peeing into a bottle... that was also weird.
My boss flipped out and we got to walk the rest of the way back to the office in the rain with buckets of paint we had just bought.
This weekend we went to Dingle (the Dingle Peninsula in fact) with a giant group of the IES kids... like 50 of us.
It was slightly insane. Turns out I'm not very good at traveling with groups.
But we barhopped and did the whole mingling thing which is new to me but was pretty neat.
Also we saw a man at a bar who had been painted entirely orange by his friends presumably while he was passed out on a table in the bar as part of a stag party (Ireland's answer to what a soon to be married man and his friends should do... for like a week straight at some point before the wedding...)
Mingling is definitely something I hope to get better at. Although possibly next time with a slightly less large, loud and drunk group of people. Which isn't to say that that didn't make talking easier... Because anyone you wanted to talk to you could just be asked "So what's up with the orange guy?" even if you had already asked three of their friends... Sneaky.
So that's pretty much the last two weeks for me...
Ah and this evening I got officially dumped in an e-mail. And it sucks cause I can't be mad because he didn't do anything wrong.
Anger is an important part of my coping process.
This definitely isn't one of those like "Aw hug" situations so much as it is like Hey guys please don't mention it. Ever.
Caring is weird. And horrible it seems.
I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow. And be distracted. And busy and happy.