learning curves ahead

i've never worked in an office before. well, not really. like, i've done officey work before, in the office part of a house, or in the office at my mom's store, but not like now.

if you've ever seen the movie: the office, but have never worked in one, the i would say you would still have a decent idea of the characters that work in said place.

i will describe a few for fun.

there is the slightly older german man. he is very particular, and also making weird nasal noises... well, actually weird other noises too. he brings a blanket to work because he gets very very cold and will tell anyone who is listening, or really that can hear, all about how it is too cold despite having his hoodie on (as in the hood on too) and a fleece blanket as well. also, if asked for help he will pull a cop on you. by this i mean that he will take as much time explaining to you, somewhat offensively, that he has his own work to do as it would have taken for him to actually help you. (please note, i have never asked him for help, but had the embarrassing misfortune to witness someone else.)

there is the eccentric french lady who wears hammer pants, and has them in a variety of colours. she is funny and nice, but crazy.

there is the younger french lady whose laugh is so artificial that you dread hearing her speak, for fear that someone might say something that borders on remotely funny. she also wears kitten heels and gingham bustiers.

there is the hippy girl with the long-haired boyfriend, who by default is nice and oddly, for ireland, a vegetarian.

there is the guy with short hair, bad temper, and a need to not be challenged, and if it does happen, he will say outrageous things that aren't really what you'd choose to teach your children. his opinion will be heard and he's always right.

there is also the german girl who hates ireland more than me at my worst times. everything that has happened to her here is a personal attack on her by "the stupid irish" and anything that someone might comment on becomes an example why ireland sucks the most. now, the good news on this is threefold. one, i'm not the only person not desperate to make ireland my home. two, it's forced me to deffend ireland more than once. three, i've realised that in the end, if i didn't want to be here, i could leave... well, maybe my life is no longer quite as easy to just pack up and leave, but when it comes down to it, i still believe that if you don't like something, change it. in this case, it might not be immediate, but it's a presence at the back of my head.

more characters to come.