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I will skip work related items and stick only to my experiences in Sweden. I realize that work is why I am here, but an office, is an office...What I will say about working in Sweden is how much I love to hear the different accents in the office - Italian, Russian, Swedish, British, German, French, etc. I wonder if I sound to them what they sound like to me? Probably.
Oh, and I figured out which subway / train to take to get to work, so that was cool (much less $$$ than taking a taxi).
Don't Hustle Me, I'm Local
Before I begin, let me just add quickly that to understand me, you need to watch the movie, "What about Bob?" and keep your eye on Bill Murray. In the movie he is trying to do everyday things which freak him out, but he takes 'baby steps' to be 'normal.' I am a lot like that, not as severe as he is in the movie, but close enough and you'll get the point. SO, it takes A LOT for me to do ANYTHING I've never done before...but I digress.
Everybody's Working For the Weekend
Like I said, and office is an office, so to be honest, I was already looking forward to the weekend when I was planning on hopping on one of these trains to find one of the many tourist areas where my ignorance of the culture won't be so unexpected. Not to mention, I have no idea what I'm doing in general so needed a break from being an idiot...
As it turns out, we were only about 6 minutes away from 'Old Town' or Gamla Stan. We planned on going there, but got sidetracked when we saw this - Åhléns City - which marks an area where there are blocks and and blocks of shopping. Normally, I hate shopping because it always involves a Mall. I hate the Mall - too many people just standing around and not moving, staring at items they have no intention of buying...what a nightmare.BUT - this... I had to see what they've got in there.
Alberto had to fly back to the States soon. I do not have to mention that sucked for me BIG TIME. Needless to say, I wigged out when he got in that taxi to go back to Georgia.
After he drove off, I had a few (dozen) cigarettes, and then I made myself to go to Gamla Stan by myself that day. It took me about 30-40 mins to convince myself to go. Not too bad, but I need to work on that.
It was worth the panic attack...
SO...I picked a little something for myself. It is harsh to say that I am cheap - so I prefer the term, frugal. However, this had to be mine...
This little beauty is perfect for walking around the city. I can store my camera, soda, wallet, map, phone (not that it's working here), and other items I buy in the tourist traps - SWEET. AND, it is big enough to fit my computer for the office - DOUBLE SWEET! Needless to say, we didn't make it to Old Town that day...
Alberto had to fly back to the States soon. I do not have to mention that sucked for me BIG TIME. Needless to say, I wigged out when he got in that taxi to go back to Georgia.
After he drove off, I had a few (dozen) cigarettes, and then I made myself to go to Gamla Stan by myself that day. It took me about 30-40 mins to convince myself to go. Not too bad, but I need to work on that.
It was worth the panic attack...
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