Goodness, time moves slow here!
Lost
Sofie og Anja
Money / contract
Dog hair
Da Vinci code
Comunication barrier frustration / pad and pencil
There - those are the things I'm planning on writing about today. If I don't write 'em down now, I'll forget 'em and this post will be as void of information as the last, and we don't want that happening now do we?! :)
Now, where was I? Oh, "Goodness, time moves slow here!" I feel like I've been here 3 weeks already when in reality it's only been.. been.. uhh.. How long's it been? 3 days?! sigh I miss the familiarity of home. I miss a familiar, daily routine where I know what to expect of people - where I actually have friends! -or just know my way around town! Take last nite for example:
We close up the restaurant around 1 am after having outwaited the last customers, drunk the wine in the bottles that are left and cleaned the place. Normally (if there is such a thing yet) I'd take a cab home with Jose and the napkins to be washed, but tonight the two waitresses ask if I'd like to go have a bite to eat and a drink with them. 'Course I say yes and we head off. Around 2.30 am the bar closes (there was nothing else on a week night) and I start walking home. One of the waitresses, Corali, lives in my direction so we walk off together. No, don't worry mom, the waitresses are 30 and 25! ;) Now, Marseille is apparently known in France as a dangerous city - especially at night - so I'm quite aware of my surroundings when walking 'cept I dont know my way around. My landmark is a big old church that's on the definitive hill-top of all hill-tops!. If you check out this pic and notice the outermost black iron gate in the bottom left hand corner, that's where I climbed the gate after scaling the 50m high sheer rock face that you can't see on the pic but that's in front of the gate.. in my black slippers and new white shirt that I use for waitering. Thing is, I knew my block was north of the church, but I'd apparently come around the south side and seeing how the roads going arooound the church were pretty freaking long, I decided to go over the mountain. I get to the top thinking more and more about snakes as I had to go through loads and loads of bushes to get around the locked, video surveyed church lot that was only open to 8 pm in the summer, 7.30pm in winter. Point is, that I got home sometime around 3.15-3.30am and had to walk Jose's dog. sigh c'est la vie, non?! Now, pity me and send me gold and myrrha! hehe No, I must admit that I thought it was fun and the walk/climb/trek was worth the joy of seeing Rue Jules Moulet where I live!
So that was all about being lost. The other alienating factor is the lack of friends that I can communicate with. Jose keeps scolding the others when the start speaking English to me at the restaurant, but I just wrote with 2 girls from my gymnasie class, Sofie and Anja, who've arrived to work in Toulon, 52 km's away by the freeway. They'll be here all summer, and I can't wait to meet up with them to speak a language I can actually express myself in! I've bought a really chic pad at the local newspaper story for 1.50 euros and it's beautiful! :) Fits in my pocket, perfect line spacing, casually serious front, perforated paper to allow easy ripping, even perfect thickness! Makes me sick to think that I've made do this long without one of those! Neways, I took down 5 solid pages of unkown words during the first day. haha, overwhelming, yeah.
About the money and contract heading it's just that I'm worried. We divide up the tips at the end of each day but that's all I've seen to do with formalities so far. I asked Jose if there was a contract I had to sign, he nodded and went on doing other stuff. I don't know.
Next header.. what was it? Oh yeah, dog hair! The dog in the apartment's a mess! Its my first time living with a dog, and my previous statements about NEVER GETTING A DOG have only been confirmed: I'M NEVER GETTING A DOG! You get home like last nite and you feel like your limbs are about to implode or explode or woteva, and you've got this beast of the wild jumping up and down you, like a child caught in a beasts body. Its uncivilised through and through and you have its filthy hair and its filthy smell riddling every inch of your body, clothes, bed, hair wax/gel, stacks of paper, wallet, socks, shoes - even your CD's are infiltrated! Garh! So I escape into a fictitious world where you don't have a dog, you never go to the toilet and you're immortal: the Da Vinci Code.
I finished it within 18 hours of starting it and walked the dog twice and had one 8 hour shift. T'was true and unmasked escapism! heh Beautiful! Now the book had a fantastic plot, but the translation (to Danish - it was all there was) was lame, outdated and riddled with spelling and marking errors. That just ticks me off, but hey. As for the conceited attack on religion, if Dan Brown had ever intended for it to be factual, which I seriously doubt were it not for the humanistic altar-call that is the moral point, then I don't give. Its pretentious and full of holes. But but but, let's not get caught up in that discussion and just let a story be a story: its beautiful fiction!
Was that really it?! Oh well, any questions? If I'm missing someone? Yeah, Filip and Michelle. Dang, when we pulled away from them in the parking lot in Dk I fiercely fighting back tears that they thoroughly deserve. I can't imagine the last 3 years without those two and now the era of their sweetening my everyday with casual, familiar love is over and I only hope that I can create something just half as beautiful in the years to come. I think I just may be happy then! So if you're reading this, Flip and Chelle, thanks again. I've said it before, and at the risk of being waaay to sentimental, I've just said it again.
But does this mean that other people haven't been important to me? Absolutely not! I know its foolish to start listing your friends in priority publicly, but it's done. ML, I'm writing you now! :) No, wait I don't have your email address!!! Dit moi!
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