7th of February
So first day of work, pete had told me I didn't have to be in before 10.30, so when I got up and had taken a shower I stayed on my computer a bit longer than I would usually have, but it seems between 4 PM and 5 PM in denmark is a time period where no one is online.
I got out of my motel room and headed to the place pete and I had grabbed breakfast last thursday, I got a number 5 which was scrambled eggs, beans, some nachos and a onion/tomato/some more stuff salad and a cup of coffee, but the coffee today was too strong for me, and apparently some of the other customers, because I could tell I wasn't the only one who hadn't finished my coffee when I handed in my plate and cup.
Then I walked to work, on the way I came by a shop called “A Fertile World” which I found hilarious because I thought it was a fertility shop, but it turns out it's just a plant shop, then a little later I came by a “Pagan Construction”, which again to me was marvellously laughable.
I walked past the Extended stay hotel which I knew was close to the studio, I looked at my watch and decided I did indeed have time to get a little lost, so instead of doing the reasonable thing and staying in near vicinity of the hotel I wandered on, and indeed got lost as so many times before. However I did manage to get to the studio on time after having wandered a bit around the area.
I signed a non-disclosure agreement, which means I am not allowed to tell you if I wore socks to work, whether my chair was comfortable or if the people are nice. Unless of course I do not understand every single nook and granny of the legal language, a thought I must deem completely unlikely!
But I guess I could spare you a few details like; I had a really good impression of the company and the people working there when I left this evening!
And; The vendor machine had cashew nuts for $0.65.
After a long hard day at work, or at least a day at work, I got home and decided that today would be a good day to try out the american burger king in reference to the danish burger king. Guys, there is no difference in disgustingness but the meal is larger and cheaper, but I'm not gonna do that often, or I'll get so fat they won't allow me on the plane home. It's funny though; since I live in a latin american inhabited area, even the guy behind the counter in burger king says; “por favor?” when my danish-english mumbling is too incomprehensible.
I got back in my motel room ate, fooled around with my unity rubic's cube a bit and now I am going to bed! Love, peace and hamburgers!
