The very unfortunate and infuriating life of a student

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Its been a while

I love my bloody job. 

The people there are amazing. Throw a few of these brilliant minds together and you will have a serious conversation about the consistence, amount and purpose of bird poop. 

Bless them

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Me faking competence in my life

“...and yet, whenever he started with the questions I froze stiff, as if I'd been pushed onstage in a play where I didn't know the lines.”   ― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch 

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Smokey nuisance

I am personally not the easiest person to live with. But I certainly try not to be a complete bother. I clean up my messes and the worst that can be found in my room are some clothes on the bed. Living with other people is all about compromise and minding at least a bit that you don’t live alone there. My landlady didn’t get that memo.

 Yes it is her house. Yes we are not allowed to destroy and break her things. But seriously? On my second day she came into our shared room and told me that she will be cleaning our room since we are not able to clean it up to her standarts. Also leaving my jacket on my bed and my dry umbrella at the foot of my bed is a big No No. I didn’t quite know how to react to that. So now she is literally checking our rooms, going freely into them while doing it. 

Maybe it’s a culture thing. But really? In my opinion she doesn’t have any buisness in our room. We rented it and we are taking care of it. This was only the first thing we disagreed on. Her next step was to forbid us to wash our clothes with more than 20 degrees. Thirdly she told us to only use one cup and one bowl for eating per day. There is a dishwasher, but she refuses to put it on for ‘cups and bowls’. Here’s the thing. We don’t really use many dishes in total, but when we use dishes at all (mostly breakfast) we usually use the bowls for it. This is because she only has either tiny or giant plates which are very unhandy. The result. We only use these two types of dishes.  

She expects a lot of weird things from us. But what really bothers me is the following. She is a very heavy smoker. And while she might ‘mercifully’ open the window when smoking in the kitchen, she only does so when she’s in the mood for it. So me and my roommate, both strict non-smokers, have to sit and eat in the kitchen while breathing in said smoke. She is already retired and spends a lot of time there. So it is very common that the kitchen is full with it. But she does’t care that we don’t like it. She doesn’t care that we don’t want to breath it in. And even though she doesn’t care, we have to follow her rules, since we get a shouting tirade otherwise. 

Last week she did apologize for her harsh treatment from one day. She ‘even’ let’s us wash our clothes like we want. And she might be a nice and friendly old lady in general. But honestly? I don’t think I will get too fond of her. And when I leave I will be more than happy to get out of this smokey house.

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A sunny day

The very fortunate existence of a sunny day made my week. Dublin is gorgeous. I adore that you can be in the center of Dublin and still walk next to a river and feel like you are outside the city. 😋 But don‘t get too excited. The rain started again on the next day.

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My personal wet week

My first week in Dublin was cloudy. It was also pretty wet. Seriously. SO. MUCH. RAIN. After three day’s of rain all shoes I had brought with me were soaked through and I had to go to work in my hiking boots. I work in an office where the people wear fancy suits and pretty blouses. Well. Fashion was never meant for me. The second highlight of the week was that my umbrella broke. You know those sturdy, “unbreakable” umbrellas? I had one of those. Then I brought it to Dublin. It did’t survive Dublin. I kind of resigned myself to my fate. My jacket, which is rainproof, was never loved this much before. Rainproofed clothes have been getting pretty high on my priority list since my arrival. Also heaters where I can dry my shoes. Gosh. I sound boring. My tea consume has also been increased to 8 cups a day and my coffeine level has gone through the roof. Well. That’s life I guess. 

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My very confused and awkward arrival

Arriving in Dublin without any idea of the bus and train system and with not enough money for a taxi is like smashing your head against a table. If you keep doing it there might even be an end to your suffering. And the best part is: If you ask one of the people at a bus station they will look at you slightly traumatized and tell you nothing. Nothing at all. Very nice folks. I tell ya. 

If one, like me for example, simply steps into a bus, there is an 80% chance you might arrive somewhere close to the city center. On the other hand they call around 30 street names while driving, there is a voice speaking irish, loads of people rush in and out and you get so desperated that you just jump out at something with a familiar name. Yeah. That might happen. I did eventually arrive at my new ‘home’ though. Loads of walking involved. My roommate and friend had already arrived 2 days ago. Let’s just say I was forgotten. Completly. The landlady forgot I was coming at all. She got drunk the night before and was still sleeping. My roommate also went out drinking and only woke up to open the door. Whoopey.

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To whoever is reading this (probably no one)

Recently my life has been like a pancake with Nutella. Only the cook mistook sugar and salt and the Nutella is only hazelnut cream.  I started a new adventure in Dublin and boy it has been a wild ride. There must be crack in the air. I honestly can’t explain the leprechauns otherwise. From tears of frustration to laughing with strangers. Its like a rollercoaster of feelings and situations no one bloody wants to be in. I hear my friends and not-really-friends complain daily about how unfair and hard life is. I mean sure. It is. Suck it up. Life can be a bi***. This is me ranting about my weird life with the ups and downs of completly crazy. Still with me? Let’s do this.