Co-Worker of the Week

The Co-Worker of the Week is Tea Jarc. She's my contact-person at SOU and takes care that I eat, party and have fun. She also sticks up for me and has monologues about my qualities during office meetings; -or at least, that's what I think she's saying. The meetings are in Slovene.

Tea is a wonderful person. She didn't get fired despite being on the wrong political half after the victory of the "blue"-party in the student politics. She wasn't fired 'cause she's such a great, creative worker and a great asset to the office.

Yesterday Tea drove me to the meeting we were having in a bar located along the Ljubljanica River. Throughout the whole journey I was supposed to clean the inside of the windshield, and when that didn't really work due to the cleaning detergent not being a window-cleaner but a universal cleaner, Tea yelled at me relentlessly.

Tea enjoys drinking Jägermeister.

Coincidence or what?

The Coat of Arms of Piran, a Slovenian coastal city and the Icelandic Flag


Well, we were first....

Milk-o-mat

Slovenians know how to reinvent the past in order to improve the present. These Mlekomats are fantastic! You either bring a bottle from home or buy one from the vending machine for 30 cents. And then you fill it yourself with fresh milk from the Mlekomat. My friend Tea says this milk is way better than the shelved on in the supermarket. I'll take her word for it, I'm not much of a milk-drinker.

Slovene Parking

...is just awesome:

THE COUNTRY OF sLOVEnia!

Slovenia is a lovable country. Ljubljana, the name of the capital, could mean "the city of the loved ones". Slovenia. It even incorporates the word love. Slovenia.

And I do love it here.

I love my friends. Lenka, Tobi, Tea, Maja... and more! I do love my internship at the Student Organization of the University of Ljubljana. I love Laško. I love the student coupons, where you can get a our course lunch meal for 4 euros. I love the nature. I love the prices. I love having a room. I love having a packed programme in a foreign country. I love the men. I love it. I LOVE IT!

And Once Again We Start Anew!

My blog surfs in and out on the waves of motivation. I start. Hyperblog for a while. Slowly die out. Don't blog for half a year. Find a new motivation. Start again.

This is perhaps the fourth or fifth revival of my blog. The new found motivation is probably the competition element of reading the blogs of my interning co-pilots, who have set up their own blogs, sharing their experiences from their internships. Their blogs can be found to the right.

So, all the blogs below this one are old blogs from my old blogsite; rotterdaman. I've quite frankly just renamed the blog and changed the layout in order not to delete the past, but merely upgrade it.

I don't promise anything. Quite possibly this blog will die out before the end of my internship. If so, don't blame me. That only means that my internship is going so well that I'm up to my shoulders in work. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?

The Terrifying Traffic if you're Ten

I had a very unexpected motivational experience today: Apparently I wont get my study loan unless I officially finish the last semester. This means I'll have to finish off my f#$%&ng Process Report. Money as motivation. Now that's something new for little me.

These news, however bad they seemed at first sight, produced enormous amounts of endorphin in my brain and led me skipping up the Nieuwe Binnenweg towards Rotown for a spot more suitable for hard core report writing (central heating, internet and beer, what more can you ask for?).

One the way I passed a little boy, maybe 6 or 7 years old, standing at a zebra crossing, looking frantically to right and left, waiting for the passing cars to stop. None of the cars even slowed down, so I touched his shoulders. "Kom maar", I said and gave him a little push.

After crossing the road I gave me a look of a mixture of gratitude and fear and ran away.

Cute.

Encounters at the hairdressers

...
i: so, yes, I want highlights.
a very strange woman from the Dominican Republic: highlights, this? (points to her pitch black hair which has something like 5 yellow highlights)
i: no, more subtle ones to make the root dissolve into the rest of the hair. I just want to look naturally blond.
avswftDR: yes yes nature blond.
i: ok?
avswftDR: yes yes, i make nature blond.

Very strange woman from the Dominican Republic mixes the haircolor.

avswftDR: root or all hairs?

i *wtf, wasn't I getting highlights? Ok, whatever*: only the root please


Very strange woman from the Dominican Republic dyes the whole hair


avswftDR: you want blowdry?
i: no thank you, doesn't really work with my hair. I'll be like a scarecrow
avswftDR: yes yes

Very strange woman from Dominican Republic blow dries Inga's hair. Very strange woman also brushes the curls and sprays it with a ton of hair lack. Inga becomes like Shirley Temple with her finger stuck in a power socket.

avswftDR: Is 75 Euro.
i: Erm, allright. *Hands avswftDR two 50 euro bills*
avswftDR: I have no more change. *gives Inga 22,50 euros back.*
i. Ehh... ok... thanks?
avswftDR: bye bye. Good day.

But still, the haircut aint that bad in the end: