Friday, June 17, 2011

Last day at work! Last day at work!

Last day at work if you didn't catch it already.

I'm celebrating with a walk in the rain, laundy wash and a driving lesson.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

What happens when there's a long queue at the Russian consulate

Total randomness. We didn't have any fun.

After a fourth visit to the Russian consulate that will take place on tuesday, we will hopefully never step into the realm of Russian bureaucracy again. I know that also entails staying away from the actual country, but we just can't help ourselves. 

Now I'm off to my second last day at work! Wish me luck. Ya'll know how customers are.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

No postcard for you.

Another hard day at work, and I'm glad to say that I'll be taking the longest break ever after friday. After robbing the shop (as in my big ass salary for working by butt off), I'll be spending every penny of it travelling. Not a chance in hell that they'll be getting a postcard, though! You won't believe what I discovered. I was about to throw some paper in the trash can, when suddenly...

What the... Oh my god, it's the postcard I sent to them from Australia!!

And I like, thought they were my BFFs...TTYN!!

Jokes aside, this topic has a way more serious aspect to it... Postcards travel long distances and there is actually someone out there who bothered to write them to you. That someone was trying to be nice! You don't throw away niceness, because the niceness that was put into the card never expires.

I believe that every postcard needs a home. So that's why I picked up my own postcard from the trash and now it's safe and sound in my arms.

I also thought that stealing a pen from the workplace was in order. You know, because of the horrible crime they commited.

Yes, I'm bitter.

I kid you not, I've kept every postcard I've ever received. Have you?

Monday, June 13, 2011

You know you're in the middle of nowhere when you can sing Grenade loudly without being shot.

My dearest friend, Minh Chau, is leaving Norway for half a year. You won't believe what Thao and I went through in order to get to her to say goodbye.

Basically, we got stranded in the middle of nowhere (Lillestrøm), until we could get to where she lives (in the middle of nowhere).

Lady with bright vest: The train leaves every one and a half hour.
We: Holy...
Lady with bright vest: Didn't you look at any time tables? Sigh...
Lady with bright vest: The train leaves in 50 minutes.

- 50 MINUTES?!

This is a lot to swallow for us who live in a city where the public transport comes running with an amazing interval of 15 minutes. A londoner would commit suicide. Speaking of, we overheard the conductor saying to another passenger that "The train doesn't go any wider". We almost commited suicide on the spot.


We also managed to get robbed on the way.

50 NOK! Jesus, this country is so expensive, I can't get over it. I'm ashamed to say that we cried a little.

Minh Chau is awesome, though, she has a a huge moon on the wall, and Wentworth Miller

All my friends are awesome.

What I love the most is that we eat until we pass out

It's what we do best, and it was great to be able to do this one last time before Minh Chau heads out.
Have a great trip! Can't describe how happy we are to see you go!! PARTY!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I'm a working woman

Do you know how many times a day I have to walk passed these when at work?

And I've been working a lot this month. Surprised of the fact that I haven't gained weight because of it. Actually, I'm surprised I haven't gained any weight at all during the last 4-5 years or something.

Yeah, we sell those, and they are as good as they look. Everytime someone buys something from these shelves, I wish it was for me. Quite expensive pieces of chocolate, though: A raging (raging enough for me) 1,67 $ (10 NOK) for each piece.

Except from the expensive chocolate and sweets, I work at a fairly normal kiosk. As most of you know, there are a lot of weird people in the world, and I get my fair share when working here.

This one time, a customer asked for a pack of sigarettes. This person took a look at it, went totally mental and said:

- Can't you pick another one that doesn't have this horrible picture on it?

- Erhm... Yeah...

I gave her another random pack of cigarettes, but she was still not happy:
It ended up with me having to look through all the packs until I found something more along the lines of this:

Whatever makes you feel better when smoking, weird costumer, but it's still the same type of cigarettes you'll be holding in your hand (wow, you don't say).