And yes, I know, there's letting go with a blog almost abandoned.
But no, I do not forget you.
Yes, my situation go from depression to a new position with strange novelties, such as responsibilities, be listened to and respected, seeing his advice taken into consideration, wow, so it's possible.
And yes, but cela il faut changer souvent de boulot, car quel que soit le pays, vous serez toujours vu comme au poste que vous occupiez en arrivant.
Bon, moi dans mon ancienne boite j'étais stagiaire en arrivant et cinq ans après... bein, en gros quand votre pdg s'écrie en vous voyant arriver "Ah bein ça tombe bien, on parlait justement d'adolescents !", vous pouvez vous dire que l'ascension n'est pas gagnée.
Mais tout ceci était de l'histoire ancienne avec ma nouvelle vie en Irlande.
Atterrissage en fin d'après-midi, sous temps venteux et pluvieux (oui, je sais, une chronique sur la météo s'impose bientôt).
Premier contact humain : un chauffeur de taxi racist who cheated me seeing that I was a stranger. Phew, at least the transition is smooth compared to Parisian life!
Rendezvous with a future colleague mentally disturbed who happily that night had taken his medication, head for the house rented by the company in which I hosted for two weeks, time to find housing.
Arrive in the house, having endured listening to the mix of the taxi driver, disc jockey in his spare crappy waiting for me when another colleague.
Colleague very present but completely asleep and not responsive to any attempt de réveil du premier. L'effet des médicaments expiré au bout de 2 secondes, il me lâche les clés dans les mains et me salue d'un "tchao, j'me casse".
Hum, ça promet.
Rapide tour des lieux, construction récente et moderne, plutôt agréable mais présentant déjà des signes de destruction avancée, chambre pour moi très sobre (comprendre plus que dépouillée) et ambiance sonore assurée par la télé laissée au volume maximum.
Je m'allonge sur le deuxième canapé et regarde tranquillement les infos sans oser toucher à la télécommande quand j'entends bouger derrière moi. Je me retourne et voix mon colloc open your eyes, jump, open your mouth and push a huge "GROOOOOOOAR.
And yes, soon after 27 and lived alone, I finally discovered the joys of collocation ... a bear!
Not much 'conversation that evening, the next day I tried a few snippets of conversation after trying unsuccessfully to tame it with sardines and canned tuna scraps.
My only trip on Sunday is to go shopping for my sustenance.
Good, fundamental error, for all English-speaking friends, I was shopping at SPAR.
What Spar ?
Definition:
"red color and small size, the Spar is the distribution of food by its consequent implementation will soon be must for shopping. Undeniably living space in your life, discover the subtle mixture of high surface by the number of brands available, fast food to the smell of food that emerges from our space to carry food and Arabic from the corner ... for the price "
Yes, I had never seen tickets disappear as fast for 10 slices of bread, some cheese and ham. Amazing, I feel like the movies and order a Coke with a packet of M & M's.
Sunday night despite the stress and anxiety the first day, I quickly found sleep.
up early (yes, it's pretty unique to be mentioned), arrived with 15 minutes ahead of schedule supposed to open (yes, it's even more exciting), I support feverishly on the doorbell input and there ...
NOTHING
A half hour later, the time that the office manager (yes good, the secretary what, but it sounds better) arrives, I start chatting quietly with a tea burning hands to get warm.
Host Committee restricted since the responsible office Dublin was missing, my manager late. Almost total silence among colleagues and my computer was not configured. A breakfast alone with myself and that's how good pinball returned in the evening.
confused ideas which fortunately flew on the second day when, with finally a machine in working condition and almost clear vision of what was supposed to be my job (yes it can help) I could start email contacts, notes, index cards, etc..
The roommate was finally tamed but I still had to find a place to live. My motto:
No doubt, I value my independence, I want an apartment for myself.
A quick tour through the listings available online. My motto:
No doubt, I want my money, I want a shared apartment.
After one or two aberrations (flatmate to 5 with 4 Erasmus students in an apartment where the fridge is the size of my bedside table), I came across two apartments favorite and I decided on one with panoramic views Dublin and its river.
Well, this is not Manhattan or a view of paradise beach but it is a nice lookout over the city, the country, its people and their habits.
This is also the subject I hope the next notes that you lay in less than 8 months this time;)
