You know you are in trouble when your services to a woman can be replaced by a shark.
It is the end of my first week at work. I have mainly been sitting around reading papers and trying to work out 7 different burocracies (how the hell do you spell that world). Strangest of all, I need international clearance in order to join the local football team. It is to make sure I am free to transfer and not under contract in Oz (are they serious???). I also need a National Insurance number, a Health Card, to register with my local GP, a pension scheme, 2 computer log ins, a swipe card, a university card, a library card, a new email account, and a partridge in a pear tree. But on the up side I have developed a sore throat just in time for the weekend.
Watched lost in translation last night. OK, so the people are not quite so weird, but I get the being unable to sleep and not knowing people things.
Well, I am going to pack up my papers and take them home for the weekend.
Word to all yo mammas.
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