9 years is a long time and I'm pretty nervous about leaving the comforts of an office I've been settling down in (read: converting a file cabinet into a shoe closet) for so long. And on top of the usual and customary "will I be good at my new job/will my new co-workers like me/will I be the one known as the-asshole-who-burned-the-popcorn-in-the-microwave?" first-day-fretting, my first day is in Belgium. The one in Europe.
I will be spending my first day + another 6 weeks in Belgium learning my new company's ways while fooling them into thinking I'm not a toolbox and have NOTHING to do with the Harold and Kumar movies. A lot of people who I've told about this are very happy for me because they are hoping I will return to America with diamonds that taste like waffles for them, but I have been very quick to remind them I am not there to shop and galavant around the country -- I am there to work. And insult the locals with my poor attempts at Dutch street slang.
Even though I will be there working, I am still looking forward to the new experience and hopefully having some time to play tourist. The only thing I am NOT looking forward to is running into fucking Gargamel and his skank Azrael. They better not even THINK about trying to turn me into gold, I am tragically pale enough already.
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| Der Creepster |
And I will FREAK OUT if I see just ONE of those blue jackwagon Smurfs crawling through my bathtub drain, leaving their blueberry-scented droppings all over the place, and boring me with their incessant small-talk.
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| What a cunt |
But luckily I'll be distracted by getting lost everywhere I go, being paranoid that everyone is making fun of me behind my back in Dutch, and maintaining my daily Chimay intake.
Regardless of what happens, I will be sure to keep you posted, or most likely, just warn you to as when I'm coming back.
