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It sounds lovely though and it was published on regular Dutch job server. Godverdomme, what a country!
sales/customer service employee - fluent Spanish & English
The Green House Seed Company is a dynamic / young
organization based in Amsterdam;
We are looking for a sales/customer service employee.
Candidates should be familiar with the international cannabis
industry and have a positive attitude towards it.
Some of your responsibilities will include:
- Handling our online sales (back office of our online shop & order packing).
- Answering our customers emails.
- After-sales (calling our shops and distributors).
- Mood:
amused
11:05 she wasn´t at the meeting place
11:10 it started to drizzle and wind was blowing like crazy
The wind blew into a nearby fountain and I got an unexpecting shower.
11:12 I am feeling numb
11:15 random TV staff notices my solitary figure on the square and comes over to make an interview with me about the weather tomorrow
11:16 random TV staff buggers off, I am feeling dumb - how am I supposed to divine the velocity of wind anyway?
I become the idiotic blond star of today´s news.
Next time I will pretend I am Finnish or something.
11:20 my umbrella broke in the wind and scratched my forehead
- if the TV people had come over now, I would have stuck the ex-umbrella into their nosetrils
11:25 I bugger off to catch the bus - no calls, no SMS form my friend
11:43 the bus leaves in front of my nose
I hid in a book shop and bought a book about history of ex-Yugoslavs in order to prove myself that my miseries are really nothing.
Where is this sarcastic bastard who is writing my life stories? I want to beat him/her/whatever into a bloody pulp.
- Mood:
cold
He spotted me in the middle of the crowd on the street and headed directly to me.
He told me his name and asked mine and said I was the most gorgeous girl he had seen in the town.
He embraced me and held me tight and told me that I smell nice.
Really nice, so nice it drives him crazy.
Then he invited me to come over to the town where he will be selling animal figures for charity on weekend.
Why am I praised like this only by handicapped boys (or random drunks on the train)?
It was cute though.
I wonder whom I will charm next time.
- Mood: surprised
I have a thing for German speaking countries lately. I bought a language guide that includes phrases:
Du hast wunderschöne Augen. - You have beautiful eyes.
Gehen wir zu dir oder zu mir? - Shall we go to your place or mine?
Aber nur mit Kondom! - But only with a condom!
Is it beacuse it is German-Spanish phrasebook? Because these phrases are just between the "introduction" topic and saying "gooodbye" which is oddly fitting. Spain as the country of passion. Now I am curious what they had in Czech-German phrasebook then:
Shall we go for a beer? Our beer is better than yours! No, it isn´t! Yes, it is!...
- Mood:
lethargic
I will stay with my German friend in Potsdam and we will attack the capital together. This is going to be so cool. We haven´t seen each other for six months since traineeship in Luxembourg where we did all kinds of funny trips and usually got lost somewhere in the middle of corn fields.
Berlin: History goodness. Opportunity to practice my random German words.
Pergamon Museum with all those (stolen) ancient artifacts, for sure.
In Potsdam - Sanssouci.
Darn, I have to make list what to see.
Considering I plan to go to Austria or Poland next, yeah, this trip really has a Hetalia feel. I must stiffle the mad cackle.
- Mood: excited
Oh, yes. See, my two translation babies: Sage Spirit and Mushroom Wisdom. The last two down there on the page. They come with a note "The handbook for would-be consumers of drug" - which they are not, so much. Now I will jump whenever I meet a policeman :-)
- Mood: lazy
I am being nostalgic these days. Not only for great time I had in Luxembourg. I met friends there and here everyone I know seems to have run away from the town. I had a job that was meaningful and quite inspiring, now I have been searching for some time for a new job, in vain. I was in a foreign country travelling, now I am sitting at home translating an average fantasy book - I start to hate elves. The snobbish, telepathic buggers!
So I will be nostalgic about something completely different - Harry Potter.
( The life and adventures of a fangirl )
- Mood: apathetic
It is about a young vampire´s heartwarming friendship with a human girl. She has jaundice, so she does not need to fear him. At least for now... Meanwhile they have adventures and get to know each other´s world and save both human and vampire kin.
I swear I started writing it before I even knew some Twilight series exist.
Anyway, I sent a sample of the first chapter of this innocent juvenile novel to my friend who after reading it had a nightmare about a war of vampire clans. She was locked in a room with hostile vampires banging on the door.
And the dream also featured a couple of sadistic homosexual vampires who had to tie themselves to their bed at night in order not to eat their partner.
I bet there is a fic about it somewhere on the internet.
Now, is there something wrong with my book or her subconscious?
- Mood: chipper
Not this Monday though. It was after a week of house-hopping with my friends. One of them actually came back for weekend from Milano just to see us. To be brief, after party and group cooking filled weekend I totally forgot about le badge. And so did one of my friends.
We both asked a security guy (who could even speak English! The are mostly French speaking otherwise.) to give us a replacement card. My friend got a card valid for all buildings, while I got one valid only for my workplace. I wonder why since we had exactly same problem and fomulation thereof. I suspect Kafka got his hands into it somehow, or I am reppressed for being blond.
So I went to fulfill my morning tasks and finish translation two documents, then I sneaked away for an hour to get le badge from my flat, so that I could go for lunch and to the bank in other building. Me and my collegue came up with a cover story just in case somebody would look for me.
Fortunatelly, no one needed my supreme skills in whatever field, so I ran back to work unnoticed. I had le badge safely in the back pocket of my jeans and the world was right again.
Until I went to the bathroom. After some quality time in a cubicle I stood up and realized that le badge was no longer safely in the back pocket of my jeans. It was floating peacefully inside the toilet. Fortunately I did not flush, because that would make a hell of explaing to security officers and the head of my unit.
Well, "fortunately"... Remember the scene from Trainspotting when the guy scoops out his drugs from the toilet?
There is no facepalm big enough.
(Also, we are not supposed to call le badge "le badge" anymore. It is "la carte" now. It does not make it look any better though. Or smell for that matter.)
- Mood: blah
As translation trainees we achive enlightment on daily basis. We are like sponges - just soaking in the amazing information.
My friend, for example, found out that it is easier to polish her nails in 9 a.m. bus than in 8 a.m. bus.
I discovered that when I drag cursor on the Czech flag in a translation program the flag changes colours and turns into the flag of the Republic of South Africa. I wonder when spies will come to anihilate me for meddling with their dark secret affairs.
Also, the documents just make you wonder.
1) My Danish friend found this:
the Agency shall regularly receive the report from the national aviation authorities concerning the certification of organisations operating aerodromes located in or outside the territory subject to the provisions of the Treaty
And the wondering ensued: ... wouldn't that simply mean all the territories in the world ..?
2) Five minutes after his wondering I came up with wondering of my own - about the definition of the size of ships:class A ships (usually rather big ships) - This one should get some accuracy award. The rest of the classification probably goes like this:
class B ships (normally somewhat large ships)
class C ships (ordinarily quite small ships)
class D ships (sort of boat-sized, like as not)
- Mood:
nerdy
This time I got a surprise of my life. It could even have been the last one.
I went for a hike with two friends from a tiny village Esch sur Sure to the less tiny town Wiltz. After the traditional confusion and getting lost we finally found the trail that took us through the forest. And there we saw a guy with a gun. We approached him carefully. He saw us anyway, so if he was a crazy mass murderer he would have killed us by now.
He informed us first in Luxembourgish and then in French that we are now in a hunting territory. With hunting going on. And did not we see the warning signs they put up? Then he told us to proceed and to speak loudly or sing.
We were kind of scared even before the shooting began. So we trod on through the forest and we got to a field. We were really relieved that we are in the open area, but only until a doe ran past and two hunters tried to get her. It was so close. Damn, we felt as if we had emerged on the WWI battlefield instead. With dogs barking around.
In order not to get killed we decided to continue very fast and sing to let the hunters know that we are humanoids. My proposal to sing about "Janek who was shot instead of a deer" did not succeed and so we chose the one and only song that me, another Czech girl and a German girl know for sure: Včelka Mája/Die Biene Maya. Maya the Bee, the idol of my childhood, saved my life. Watch and learn, Dark Knight and Spiderman!
- Mood: good
She got some small head injury, though when she told me my brain gave me some scary scenarios.
Luckily, no stitches, no hospital.
Considering though that she mentioned some fight with Russians on drugs and a police raid in a club, the truth may be different.
This could happen in any city, but still I feel a bit daunted in my wish to visit St.Petersbourg. Oh well...
I will look at my sister´s photos of Hermitage and churches instead.
- Mood:
awake
Then I visited my parents. My dad noticed that I lost some weight in Lux and approved saying: "Now, that's better. Before you went there you had been such a piggie."
Gotta love that guy.
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lokeans I rediscovered my love for Loki, the Norse trickster god who appears also in Neil Gaiman's Sandman and American Gods and Richard Wagner' s Ring and I could ramble on and on about him. He is a shapeshifter of very dubious morals - both amusing and threatening, creative and destructive, sometimes kind, sometimes a real bastard. He is always charming and you just wish he is on your side.
Loki is also the reason why there are Norse myths. Without him and his crazy tricks and uncanny ability to cause trouble the stories would not be the same.
I have been smitten with him since I was thirteen and my love has been unrequitted so far which is probably a good thing, since I won' t give birth to a horse with weird number of legs, a wolf nor a giant serpent.
I got a link to a great Danish cartoon Valhalla (with English subtitles) based on the comic series by Peter Madsen featuring Loki, Thor and Odin and I just sat and watched with big, toothy grin.
I am astounded they never put it on TV. The movie is about as old as me...
(I bet this is one of the few journals where there are tags "real life" and "mythology" right next to each other. Nice :-)
- Mood: ecstatic
You have to fight officialese, otherwise you will end up using phrases like "sustainable development/traffic/agriculture/anything"
For this very reason we started to play pirates and knights at work, writing haiku e-mails, hiding and sleeping under the desk and the rumour is that I got married when I went for five days to Czech Republic.
My collegues came out with this:
Att.: DG TRAD
- Mood: amused
My friend sent me this link yesterday. I did expect jokes like this, but I did not expect... Spanish inquisition
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jf1y9s73N
Also the said friend of mine wants to organize the "Silly March in March" in London to celebrate 40th anniversary of the Pythonesque activities. There are no words. I prostrate myself in front of her.
If she and British Monty Python fans "organize" it, I will go there!
- Mood: cheerful
I was there some eight years ago. I remember some "snapshots" - Las Ramblas, gothic quarter and Sagrada Familia, but it is all quite hazy and surreal.
And I will practice my Spanish. Though I hope I won´t need "Police! Help! They stole all my things!"
- Mood: quixotic
I finally tried real Chinese food.
And Budweiser.
Next week I am going to Amsterdam. I have been to Rotterdam, The Hague, Maastricht, but no "A-dam" so far.
If things continue this way I will come back home with a tattoo.
- Mood:
bouncy
Loudspeaker at 11 a.m.: A female fox-terrier was found today. Owner, please, contact Mr. X on the telephone number...
Loudspeaker at 2 p.m.: A 2.3 meters long python was captured earlier today. Owner, please, contact Mr.Y on the phone number...
I was half-expecting a loudspeaker at 4 p.m. calling the owner of the baby rhino found in the nearby forest.
It is possible, because the zoo that is about 10 km away is famous for its escaping animals (pack of wolf cubs, a ring-tail coati and a northern tamadua - a father-to-be that ran away cowardly from his pregnant mate). They were all caught eventually.
Anyway, a friend of mine is now scared to go to her garden, because she is convinced that the python wasn´t alone and its mate is still out there, waiting for the bloody revenge.
P.S.: I should check the zoo anyway, because they have these cute baby fennec foxes there. Owww.
Fennec foxes make the world a better place.
- Mood:
nervous
(dramatic, sad music) Girl: "Mum! Ludwig broke his head! We were running around the table and he fell down."
Mum (suspiciously calm): "And you are alright?"
Girl: "Yeah. I was just watching."
Mum: "I never really liked him, anyway. He was still frowning."
They go home into the living room where Dad is standing with broken bust of Beethoven.
Dad (sad): "I liked him."
And it even has a RL version!
(dramatic, sad music by me, out of tune) Me: "Mum! Thoth broke his beak! Dad was chasing a fly around the table, toppled him over and now Thoth´s beak fell off."
Mum: "And you are alright?"
Me: "Yep. And so is the fly. It was just watching."
Mum: "I never really liked him, anyway. His beak was too large."
We go into the living room where Dad is trying to glue Thoth´s broken nose back to its place.
Dad: "That´s all the f...ing fly´s fault!"
Me (sad): "I liked him."
Mum: "And you are alright?"
Me: "Yep. And so is the fly. It was just watching."
Mum: "I never really liked him, anyway. His beak was too large."
We go into the living room where Dad is trying to glue Thoth´s broken nose back to its place.
Dad: "That´s all the f...ing fly´s fault!"
Me (sad): "I liked him."
We are all mad here. I blame the full moon.
I bought the statuette of the poor Thoth yesterday. He was from a discount book shop and he cost like 0.5 euro and I know that it is "mystical" kitsch and whatnot, but he was always my favourite Egyptian deity, so I could not resist and bought him.
Come on, the ibis head is so sexy! And he is the patron of writers (even of the unsuccessful sort where I belong), inventors and other nerdy people.
And now, he looks like a boxer.
(... which symbolizes the fight for knowledge and its cost, you know.)
- Mood: weird
