Day 4, September 27th

Another day, more work. The day started off wonderfully. I got dressed, got myself a bowl of cereal, sat down to eat before leaving and then proceeded to dump half the bowl’s contents on my lap.

I was not impressed.

A change of pants, cleaning, and eating the rest of the bowl later, I was out the door and on my way to the city center. Kujtesa and I met up early and had some hot cocoa before going our separate ways, I got my tram card for October sorted and finally headed to work.

I was definitely more in my element today, working with a computer. Excluding, of course, the French keyboard that came with it.

I can work with English and German ones. French? Not so much.

The letters are messed up and throughout the day, I kept having to retype everything at least twice. Still, I got the shiny new library list done and they’ll list it on the school’s website – assuming I understood it correctly.

Tomorrow, though, I’ll be spending time doing more secretarial duties. I heard something about French documents that need to be translated into German and English. Sounds like a perfect chore for me.

During my lunch break, because I only need fifteen minutes to eat and not an hour, I looked around for some bookstores. Found three – one without an English section, one with a poor English section, and one with a decent English section. From the latter, I picked up A Game of Thrones, after reading Elisa Michelle’s review of it.

I ended up regretting not bringing any reading material. Sue me.

After work, Kujtesa and I had some dinner together and looked around. There’s a carnival going on, so we played some games and won a few prizes. I got my hands on a laser light, key chain and a little pocketknife. Yay for prizes!

Some guys did try to get our attention, but they received rejections in the form of the, “We won’t acknowledge your existence.” attitude. I got back to the house at 21:30 and am writing this now at about 23:00 – it’ll arrive on my blog just before midnight, I suspect.

I’m going to meet up for dinner with my teacher, Kujtesa, Melanie, and potentially the woman Kujtesa’s staying with, after work tomorrow. There is no rest!

Then again, isn’t that the point of these things?

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