There and Back Again

the very life and soul out of me. I can only hope that the people at the place I went today take pity on me and let me have the room (that hope is very, very faint).

(The problem isn’t finding an available place, as there are thousands of listings. It’s beating out the 40 other people who also want the place, all of them for longer than a measly 2.5 months.)

Anyway. It’s all quite disheartening. Luckily I’ve had some nice roommates recently (last night…two Australians, a German, and an Irelander (?), as well as a phantom other person who slipped in quietly during the night and left just as quietly a few hours later, and two or so other guys who came in quietly during the night and were asleep when I left). Most of us were in the room by 9-ish, and the light was out by 10.30ish, which was lovely for me as I was working again today. We hung out chatting for a bit before that and I learned all about the different types of rugby and the difference between Gaelic football and Australian football which was nice.

Tomorrow, a job interview in the morning because I think I’m a workaholic and have no life (or because I want restaurant experience for the fall and it sounds like a cool job and I’m planning on cutting back my hours at the museum in July, take your pick), and I find out if the apartment people from today choose me or one of the other 4 better people they’re considering for the room. Either way, I’ve booked Sunday and Monday night at the hostel and I’m determined to not book any more nights there, so I may spend tomorrow evening going door to door convincing people to let me sleep in their attic. (Kidding.) (Mostly.)

And also the cheap internet place has raised their rates to .40€ for 1/2 an hour without consulting me, so there’s a little Weltschmerz for you (well, me). But I found ‘tofu bolognese’ today at the crummy supermarket and it actually wasn’t that bad so I can’t be too blue.

Anyways. I’m forgetting how to speak English. I forgot what ‘mailbox’ was today, I could only remember ‘Briefkasten’, and my grammar’s a bit German at times (my word order in either language seems to have become a blend of English and German), but it’s okay because the people in the shop just think I’m doing so well at learning English and I’m bound to forget how to say mailbox or mix up my grammar once in awhile. (What I mean to say by this, in a long and rambly sort of way, is that you should write me emails so I can remember my English beyond numbers and ‘thisistheexitfortheentranceyouhavetogohereoutrightandtwentymetresfurther’* and ‘no, sorry, not twenty minutes, twenty metres’ [I really need to learn to just say 'three doors down' all the time and not confuse the poor tourists who don't use metres and think I'm telling them that they have to walk for twenty minutes to go to the bathroom] and also to distract me from how dodgy it is that I’m working and living in a hostel and I can’t get paid because I can’t get a bank account because I don’t have an address.)

I’m really rambly tonight, I’m sorry. I’ll stop now. Good night.

*I say this in German too, except it sounds like ‘nein,dasistderausgangdereingangisthierrausrechtsundzwanzigmeterweiter’ or sometimes ‘nein,dasistderausgandsiemüssenhierrausgehenrechtsundzwanzigmeterweiter.’  And no, that’s not really grammatically correct in either language. I also can’t pronounce ‘euro’ properly in any language any more, it’s all a bit of a mess, really.