Tiffanny, Apotekaren och Statsvetarna

Nu ska jag skriva på svenska. Mitt eget språk. För första gången på 1,5 år tänker jag bara prata svenska de närmaste 17 dagarna. Eller, det tänkte jag...tills jag kom på att jag ska hålla möte på engelska på onsdag. Okej, nästan bara svenska.

Och idag har jag lärt mig räkna. Räkna röster. Man jobbar i grupper om fem, och jag har fått bonda med mina nya kollegor. Det är apotekarstudenten, hipp-hipp-tiffannykvinnan som vet hur man gör, kontroll-freakskan som också vet hur man gör (fast på ett annat sätt) och gruppledaren statsvetartjejen. Och så jag. Håll tummarna för att jag överlever, åtta-tio timmar om dagen i åtta dagar. Det är minst 64 timmars Hipp Hipp. Och jag som nästan aldrig kollar på TV längre.

"En ogiltig röst går till det vinnande partiet"
Ja det sa min kollega kontroll-freakskan. Vi statsvetare sa bara hm.
Och sen sa hon man borde vara bättre på att berätta för folk på TV exakt hur de ska göra när de röstar, det är ju rätt så svårt.

Och jag tänkte på Ordkonstaffischen som hänger på toan:

Jag har inte fått någon information!

Systemfel?

Well, yesterday i was one of these "blame the Swedish system"- people.

I got an interview in Stockholm. It isn't called an interview but a recruitment day and all the boring man from the unemployment office (Arbetsförmedlingen) had to say was "I don't think we can pay for your trip since it's not an interview". Last time I asked them about paying trips to interviews, the problem was that I hadn't had a job in Sweden (which is the norm, of course) since I finished uni.
Anyway, today the same nice man called me and said that since I need the to go to the recruitment meeting in order to get the job (which is the thing with an interview, right?), well... he thought that they could buy me the tickets. Thank you Mr Unemployment Agent! And halleluja, now I don't have to blame my sister's boyfriend's father.

And I got a job. Only nine days and not in another couple of weeks, but I am doing a great thing for the world. Or... I mean, something. I'm just going to count some votes after the elections. Tomorrow I will get 7 hours training on how to count.

So now I stopped blaming the system. It's nice, the Swedish social democratic system. At least when it works in my favour. And as long as I don't watch the news - today those red roses are having a really bad day.

And the old classical "finn-fem-fel" in the version "find one mistake":

Galenskaper och Korkigheter

Crazyness & Stupidities. Friends come and friends go, it's sad but it happens. Sometimes I think that I miss my longlost friends, but somehow I haven't got the courage or energy to take the phone, press the green call button and just say:
"Hello, it's Maja. How are you?"

But family? I love my family, and families should be nice to each other. No harm, no old grumpyness, and above all: No fighting. Ugly tricks, change of locks... Why?

Just crazyness & stupidities.

It's not my family, but it's a family that I care about. And I don't like what I see, in this world that is upside down.

Jag faller för trycket. Här är min blogg.

well, blog or disappear - that´s the story of the year (det rimmar... förlåt). Or isn´t it? Anyway, after having had my "travel journal" (resedagboken) almost exclusively in Swedish, gotten too old and too bored to waste my time in internet communities (maya), and finally, moved back home to my parents (temporary I say, temporary!) I feel like I need to wake the blog that´s been asleep since I started it (about a year ago).

I still haven´t decided why I want this, but let's see if it gives me the space I need.