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Hello, hello, hello! It's almost summer (in terms of weather), and you know what that means: urban heat, water shortage and a lot of ass sweat. It also seems that I'm allergic to EVERYTHING around this time. There's also fat old men in unbuttoned shirts and jorts walking around, leaving sweat marks on bus seats. (pauses to collect his sweat, tears and blow his nose) By now you probably understand summer is not my favorite season for many reasons. Rhymes! I'm looking forward to dark, cold November days already and it's not even June yet.
So anyways: it's terribly hot and I have allergies. I'm also very busy - it's finals and stuff - so I didn't manage to get anything done last week. But that doesn't stop me from posting a bliki entry!
My current song obsession: Nights With You by MØ.
How I got to be a train conductor
For reasons unknown, conductors always fascinated me. If you asked me what I want to be at age 6, I would probably answer something transport-related. And then I became one for a whole day the past Saturday, May 27th. It was a special nostalgic train ride of a historical steam engine coach. The coach from 1903 had been freshly repaired and Saturday was its first public ride. It was repaired by the National Technical Museum, where my father, who also happened to lead the repairs, works. So naturally, when picking the people for the train crew, I was among the first ones to get called in.
And I agreed. I was already there, picturing myself in a chic uniform, being all classy and important and stuff. Needless to say, it didn't live up to my romantic expectations. Here's a timeline of the day I wrote in my phone's notes:
- 5:45 AM: Good morning! I just woke up and my hair looks like a bird's nest. Did I wash it last night? Whatever, let's eat something for breakfast. God, was the fridge door always so heavy? I'm so tired right now but I have to go to the train station.
- 7:00 AM: At the train station. Where's the train?
- 7:05 AM: The train is still not here.
- 7:07 AM: Oh, the train showed up at the opposite end of the station. GOTTA GO FAST
- 7:10 AM: No one showed me around, so I accidentally asked the driver if I could see his ticket. Not saying I couldn't have known better, but he was overly rude about it.
- 7:15 AM: Why didn't the other men in the crew dress up like I did?
- 7:30 AM: There's this guy from Austria who speaks broken English and heavily accented German neither of which I understand, but demands to be in the crew section. I offered him water. One of the fellow crewmen apparently remembers me from somewhere and is now repeatedly telling me education is important.
- 8:15 AM: Is there only straight old white guys on this ride? I'm scared.
- 8:30 AM: Oh good, there's passengers too.
- 8:41 AM: The first ride ended. This is sort of entertaining. I guess I could do this more often.
- 9:41 AM: The second ride ended. How much time is left until lunch break? Like ten minutes? Oh, four hours?
- 10:30 AM: I'm going to be in so many photos. (I'm the person leaning out of the middle door.)
- 11:41 AM: Two hours to lunch break.
- 12:15 PM: Tik tok, on the clock, I would kill for some stir fried wok right now.
- 12:41 PM: Accidentally told my father to 'have a great day, goodbye!' He's the stoker.
- 1:15 PM: Is it lunch break yet? I need to pee.
- 1:22 PM: Is there no lunch break?
- 1:41 PM: Oh, there isn't any lunch break.
- 1:55 PM: A ton of soot just flew out of the chimney while I was standing on the platform. My shirt is ruined.
- 2:15 PM: Quickly ate some station buffet pizza.
- 2:45 PM: This ride was super crowded. I had to sneak around an old man's butt multiple times. I feel threatened.
- 3:05 PM: My voice went out. I can't speak loudly anymore.
- 3:41 PM: Still need to pee, still hadn't had the time to.
- 4:00 PM: Caught myself telling the cashier in the buffet to have a pleasant journey.
- 4:30 PM: Dear passengers, I don't even really care if you put your feet on the seats anymore, I get paid $4 an hour.
- 4:45 PM: Realized that's still more than the $3 at McDonald's where I'm eventually going to end up working.
- 5:12 PM: I don't care anymore.
- 6:13 PM: It's finally over.
- 6:50 PM: Finally home. Went to pee.
To conclude this, my childhood dream job felt a lot like the retail jobs I've had in the past. I just figured I would share it here, since it's sort of related to OGF.
These memes are over(cooked), but still spicy and ready to be served, enjoy.
Next week, I would love to finally finish Rabětín to some extent and move on to the other side. I'm also going to figure out energy infrastructure network.
What's your dream job? How dead were those memes? Post your country's memes below and stay tuned for next week.
Do them like your mother said not to do.
Are those last two meant to be offensive? Or on contrary, portray Litvania as better than Drabs? Hm? Also, pls dont eras teh burder between Lit country and Drabz.--Litvania (talk) 17:37, 29 May 2017 (CEST)