The hunt for a well-paid job that isn't prostitution begins. Because I was apparently awesome (lol, nope) I got this email address to this guy from Visiongain who was looking for market researcher to work in London. I got excited and terrified at the same time but thought, well fuck it, I might as well apply. It took me one whole day to write a perfect cover letter and today was the day. I sent the email with my application and the deed was done. In most cases they reply within a week or never, so happy that I did something towards my better future I went to the kitchen and made some tea. I came back and there it was. An email from the guy saying hello there Fox, here is a task for you so I can tell if you're fit for the job.
I got a tiny heart attack, I'm sure of that.
What I'm supposed to do is to write a short summary of an article they gave me. Sounds easy but everything depends on it and oh god, I really want this job. Fingers crossed.
Please, hire me. I want to work in this horrible city of London. I want to earn money and have a decent life.
Meanwhile my supervisor sent me an email. The title was "Coconut power!" and he didn't reply to my inquiry about career advising. Some things never change.
poniedziałek, 23 września 2013
środa, 18 września 2013
And now, the weather
Apparently I was an awesome student the whole year, despite my paranoid thoughts I sucked most of the time. I might have been one of the best, what suggest being picked for the The Most Promising Market Researcher group, that got an offer for a job in London. Hell, how did this happen? In this golden six there are five native Brits and me - the bundle of stress, nerves and over-sized ambitions.
Well, it's good to see I wasn't that bad this year. Also the farewell parties showed that I was, in fact, the source of energy for the whole course, at least 6 people were desperate to have sex with me and I was generally awesome. It's hard to say if everything I heard was the truth, because we had lots of wine and Jack Daniels during those conversations. I heard unspeakable things. And, with the help of God Almighty, I hope no one recorded the things that were said. Because that's a blackmail material right there.
Autumn came and this is depressing. I also spent the last three days doing nothing and feeling awesome about it. But it is high time for me to write this cover letter to London and pray they give me a well-payed job. And then I can focus on my Very Epic Renaissance English Court Story. Mostly because I want to write about my grumpy king, his very much intense sex life, amazing brother and later on, ever more amazing love story because deep inside I'm a sucker for love stories.
Yes, I confess. I'm a woman and I love romance. Deal with it.
Well, it's good to see I wasn't that bad this year. Also the farewell parties showed that I was, in fact, the source of energy for the whole course, at least 6 people were desperate to have sex with me and I was generally awesome. It's hard to say if everything I heard was the truth, because we had lots of wine and Jack Daniels during those conversations. I heard unspeakable things. And, with the help of God Almighty, I hope no one recorded the things that were said. Because that's a blackmail material right there.
Autumn came and this is depressing. I also spent the last three days doing nothing and feeling awesome about it. But it is high time for me to write this cover letter to London and pray they give me a well-payed job. And then I can focus on my Very Epic Renaissance English Court Story. Mostly because I want to write about my grumpy king, his very much intense sex life, amazing brother and later on, ever more amazing love story because deep inside I'm a sucker for love stories.
Yes, I confess. I'm a woman and I love romance. Deal with it.
niedziela, 15 września 2013
Owner of a lonely life
Ever wanted to have a friend? Don't. Having a friend is a sucky job.
Okay, maybe not always. Maybe having a real friend is great. Sadly, I didn't ever have a real friend. What is a definition of a friend? A person you like? A person that helps you? A person that understands you? A person that you feel comfortable with? I think having a friend is having someone close, who would never ever leave you in need. Do I have a friend? I certainly don't.
Because of Vivas (oral exams, if someone is confused) I had to go back to the UK for a couple of days. My "friend" is there, doing his PhD and he gladly offered that he will let me sleep on his bed, while he will take the couch in the living room. I arrived at the place past midnight, tired as fuck and wanting only to take a shower and go to sleep. What did my "friend" do? While I was taking a shower he simply went to sleep in the bed. When I asked him what the fuck, he graciously threw one pillow on the floor and that was the end of the conversation. I'll give you a moment to process that.
A guy made his friend, who certainly is a woman, sleep on the floor.
I was shocked and outraged. When I told this piece of shit what I think about him he started... crying. Sobbing and weeping like a fucking baby, lamenting on how tired he was, how his life is bad and how he is in constant emotional pain. An adult guy cried like a pansy for over an hour, saying that he will kill himself because he is so miserable. All because I was not so excited about sleeping on the floor when the agreement was different. I gave up and slept on the damned floor, while he was sobbing on a warm and comfy bed.
I described my tragedy to my housemates and in return I got warm sleeping bags and mats. And also the overwhelming impression of victory when every single person looked at my "friend" with disgust. I don't feel sorry for him. I feel that he deserves hell and I'll gladly deliver it to him by first-class post services.
Sadly, that's not the end. I also had a party with my classmates this week, so I was planning to be back home quite late. Excuse me, that was the last time me and my awesome friends would be going out as students, not graduates. So after an amazing night full of unspeakable things (which I will describe in my next entry. I really should make this blog more regular) I got a text from my "friend" that he is not going to open the door for me and fuck you Fox, go sleep on the street. And now we have a perfect example of "How to act like a friend" compared to "How to NOT act like a friend". All of my classmates from the uni offered me a place to sleep. My so-called "friend" was very unhappy that I was having a good time while his fat ass was at home with housemates who despised him.
In the end, he opened the door. And... cried like a fucking pansy for at least two hours because he was so tired, had some meeting on the next day and other, stupid stuff I would never cry about, despite being a woman.
Can you imagine this? A grown up guy crying that someone was mean to him? That his back hurts and because of that he can't sleep on the floor? I don't forbid crying, everyone has to cry from time to time. But this motherfucker cried not because he was ashamed of how he treated me. He wept over his miserable life, of how people are mean to him and how innocent and how abused he is. After this week I came to the conclusion that I have bigger balls than him. And also that it's time to focus on more valuable friends.
I'm back, dear readers. And happy to start a new life with new people and new challenges.
Okay, maybe not always. Maybe having a real friend is great. Sadly, I didn't ever have a real friend. What is a definition of a friend? A person you like? A person that helps you? A person that understands you? A person that you feel comfortable with? I think having a friend is having someone close, who would never ever leave you in need. Do I have a friend? I certainly don't.
Because of Vivas (oral exams, if someone is confused) I had to go back to the UK for a couple of days. My "friend" is there, doing his PhD and he gladly offered that he will let me sleep on his bed, while he will take the couch in the living room. I arrived at the place past midnight, tired as fuck and wanting only to take a shower and go to sleep. What did my "friend" do? While I was taking a shower he simply went to sleep in the bed. When I asked him what the fuck, he graciously threw one pillow on the floor and that was the end of the conversation. I'll give you a moment to process that.
A guy made his friend, who certainly is a woman, sleep on the floor.
I was shocked and outraged. When I told this piece of shit what I think about him he started... crying. Sobbing and weeping like a fucking baby, lamenting on how tired he was, how his life is bad and how he is in constant emotional pain. An adult guy cried like a pansy for over an hour, saying that he will kill himself because he is so miserable. All because I was not so excited about sleeping on the floor when the agreement was different. I gave up and slept on the damned floor, while he was sobbing on a warm and comfy bed.
I described my tragedy to my housemates and in return I got warm sleeping bags and mats. And also the overwhelming impression of victory when every single person looked at my "friend" with disgust. I don't feel sorry for him. I feel that he deserves hell and I'll gladly deliver it to him by first-class post services.
Sadly, that's not the end. I also had a party with my classmates this week, so I was planning to be back home quite late. Excuse me, that was the last time me and my awesome friends would be going out as students, not graduates. So after an amazing night full of unspeakable things (which I will describe in my next entry. I really should make this blog more regular) I got a text from my "friend" that he is not going to open the door for me and fuck you Fox, go sleep on the street. And now we have a perfect example of "How to act like a friend" compared to "How to NOT act like a friend". All of my classmates from the uni offered me a place to sleep. My so-called "friend" was very unhappy that I was having a good time while his fat ass was at home with housemates who despised him.
In the end, he opened the door. And... cried like a fucking pansy for at least two hours because he was so tired, had some meeting on the next day and other, stupid stuff I would never cry about, despite being a woman.
Can you imagine this? A grown up guy crying that someone was mean to him? That his back hurts and because of that he can't sleep on the floor? I don't forbid crying, everyone has to cry from time to time. But this motherfucker cried not because he was ashamed of how he treated me. He wept over his miserable life, of how people are mean to him and how innocent and how abused he is. After this week I came to the conclusion that I have bigger balls than him. And also that it's time to focus on more valuable friends.
I'm back, dear readers. And happy to start a new life with new people and new challenges.
poniedziałek, 9 września 2013
The odds are in my favor and it is fabulous
I was about to write some depressing stuff about flights getting lost at airports and so on but GUYS, I JUST GOT AN EMAIL THAT I DON'T HAVE MY ORAL EXAM. This means I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! No more exams, no more studying, I'm basically a Master of Science and all this happened on Frankfurt airport, when I was waiting for my transferred flight. THANK YOU GERMANY. Even though you gave me only 30 minutes of free wifi, you stingy bastard.
Next stop - Birmingham airport and PARTY.
Next stop - Birmingham airport and PARTY.
niedziela, 8 września 2013
Kill the whale
Woo, going to UK today! So happy to fly a transferred flight and be there at midnight! So happy to have oral exams! So happy to have no perspectives for my future! So happy I can't even write a proper cover letter!
Someone euthanize me.
Someone euthanize me.
wtorek, 3 września 2013
So hipster...
Lately life has been a bit shit. Well, maybe not a bit shit, but very shit. Trouble in paradise and stuff like that. But what are problems in comparison to my very own can of Jack Daniel's Coke Whisky? Yes, dear readers, I have bought this beauty yesterday and since then I have been worshiping it endlessly. This makes me a total hipster, because when I saw it in the shop I didn't think "Oh, I really want to drink it!" but "Oh, I will instagram the shit out of this can!". There is no hope left for me.
Currently I'm at the countryside, trying not to freeze to death and going to the woods to find animal carcasses. Nothing new happened, I'm the most boring person in the universe. The only fascinating thing that happened is that we found a Chicken in The Woods mushroom in our fruit garden. And it was delicious.
Vivas next week. Do not want at all. But after that - I'm free. No more studying, no more essays, no more exams and dissertations. Omg, what now?
Currently I'm at the countryside, trying not to freeze to death and going to the woods to find animal carcasses. Nothing new happened, I'm the most boring person in the universe. The only fascinating thing that happened is that we found a Chicken in The Woods mushroom in our fruit garden. And it was delicious.
Vivas next week. Do not want at all. But after that - I'm free. No more studying, no more essays, no more exams and dissertations. Omg, what now?
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