Maybe the last two posts were a bit out of character, maybe there weren’t. What is for certain is that I’m a bit peeved about this whole situation. But this will be the las you hear of it.
Applying for a job tomorrow.
And after a few days of rain and 16 degrees Celsius, Queenslanders have been complaining about how cold it is. I get it, you’re used the a warm and muggy 35 degrees Celsius, but come on! You’re the ones that love telling people to ‘harden the fuck up’.
Of course, when you don’t build houses with insulation, which also keeps the house cooler during summer, this is what you get. Not forgetting some of your houses have more holes in them than a Swiss cheese.
But I’ll teach you a good old trick from Norway, how we handle -30 degrees Celsius, the same way we deal with +30 degrees Celsius or higher.
Want to know?
We just bloody deal with it without whinging so damn much about it!
The storm has passed. It’s calm now. No more rage. Time to move on and got on with my life. Forget about Lånekassen is an agency setup to fuck up your life. If you thought banks were heartless – think again. The way Lånekassen is run is proof that Norway is truly the last Soviet State. If it weren’t for the support of my family I would not be able to study Bachelor of Journalism.
What a bunch cunt-fucking bastards!
Enough of that. I’ve given them enough attention for now. I’ll continue to fight with these bastards on Twitter.
Beside from hating my own country the last 24h, I finally managed to finish two columns today. Finally! FFS! Which means I have to find a bar tomorrow, have a drink and then write a review about it – preferably sending it to the editor before the end of Monday.
Not too happy with the columns I finished today. But what else can you expect, being unable to work for a month. Sucked balls! Salty, sweaty balls!
Next week will hopefully be more busy. Hoping to finish another three columns.