Sunday November 22, 2009 12:58 pm
sitting in the café again, and by the way the owners are named John and Magda. didn’t get to write last night, because sara and i went out for drinks at this amazing piwnice (beer pub) half a block up from this café. got a little drunk, because i didn’t eat that much and hadn’t had that much to eat. oops, i mean, haven’t had that much to drink recently. the pub is in the basement of a building near the arch that leads out of old town. heavy wood, axes on the walls, science fiction books on the shelves, like a clubhouse, for people who all know each other. the bartender is heavily bearded and flirty as hell. he made gin and tonics and pina coladas for sara, who is not a big beer drinker, and we talked about the heavy heavy things we left behind.
yesterday was a whole lot of time in the café, and then i talked to that guy about the job. skype somehow did not register my subscription, so it hung up on him after a minute. i still don’t know what the fuck went wrong, but i had to buy more skype credit, on top of the subscription that i paid for, that should have been there. grrr. still, it’s ok. i have to contact them and figure out what the fuck.
but, ever have one of those interviews where it seems like the person really did not look at anything you sent them? where they ask things that they should know, from just a glance at the CV you put hours of hard work into?? it was one of those. and, really, after all of that, he just wants to meet in person after all. i will be heading down to the area by the end of the week, anyway. so he is still on my job radar, even though i really don’t think i want to teach his crazy method.
ugh.
and the training is not paid.
still, it would be fucking nice to have a free house, with internet, right away.
feel like we are in a kind of limbo. i would like to maybe do some sightseeing, or walk around a little today. spend so much time applying to jobs that the days are flying by. all day long inside, on the internet. tired tired tired.
on the way home last night, things were kind of a blur and so i thought we might have been hallucinating when sara yelled that she saw a kitten in front of this house. tiny grey kitten, just running around in front of this house, so close to the road. i picked it up and tried to put it on the other side of the fence, but it sort of twisted in my arms and fell, and i was trying to figure out if it was ok, leaning far over the fence, when it just came running out of a hole in the fence a couple of feet from where i was looking for it. tiny tiny kitten. superfast, like a bunny. we didn’t know what to do, and the people in the house must have been freaking out a little that there were drunken english-speakers yelling on their front walk, so we had to bid it goodbye and walk on.
today we tried to see if it was still around, without crossing the street or getting too close to the house at all. sara has an adorable way of saying “KiTT EN,” very annunciated TTs, while my TTs disappear in what is the slight bit of an accent that i guess i have (KiH EN). there was no sight of the kitten. maybe we imagined it after all.
i never got to write about the train ride, really. there was too much going on. maybe later. think i have to finish sending out resumes to the rest of the list of polish schools. that way it will be done and i can feel, if only vaguely, like i accomplished something.
everything is better and getting better and better.
1:22pm
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