Monday, 8 June 2009

Thought of the day: Up to you really, my head's a mess.

Another day of jobsearching and still nothing. I have, however, sent my CV to two (yes, two... that's all I qualified for...) places so I got my hopes up! England before January 2011, yeah!

I found some funny titles while searching though, like deepsea engineer. Made me think of Dilbert in scuba-gear or Wally drowing because he traded his gear for sickdays.

I wonder if I'll end up with a title. Not like Adm. Dir. jr. or so but just a title that I can brag about. Be an astronaut amongst janitors so to speak.

"Good day, my name is H and I'm the Direct Assistant Upper Manager."

Friday, 5 June 2009

Thought of the day: Why is it so much faster to get money by doing something illegal?

I'm in this situation that's becoming more and more common here in Norway. I'm just out of school, spent 14 years there and I qualify for nothing. I have zero work experience and I need job. Now, no boss here will hire a young upstart with zero experience due to the "ECONOMIC CRISIS" as they would have to spend money on training (oh no, right?).

I want to get out of this country. I want to be in England with my loved one. Hence I've just finished this really embarresing course in the hopes that it will help me get a job and show that I try.

What has a country come to when a 20 year old, who wants to work and is willing to pretty much anything, can't get a job?

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Urges or whatever.

Urges are funny. Or maybe I should that certain lack of certain urges are funny?

As an example to give this some vague meaning... I have -never- felt the need to do anything in Norwegian if I could do it in English instead. Several things can be the cause of this...

1. I don't like Norway/Norwegian
This is kind of true. I don't like Norwegian, I find the language lacking certain aspects that you can achieve with other languages.

2. I love England/English
This is also kind of true. Even though my view of England is limited to London and Congleton+ I do love England, I think it fits my moods.

Speaking of moods or rather, avoiding speaking of moods. It seems that here in Norway speaking your mind is frowned upon, you should stick to telling people what they want to hear instead. I wonder at this as so many speak about change and the need for it.

I like certain amount of change. I want changes to be controlled, by me preferably, or I want them to be just big enough to be noticed without forcing people into them. I really hate it when things are forced on people.

About people/ranting/raving

First entry - June 2nd 2009
Thought of the day: Do racists like chocolate muffins?

I don't like people. Well, that's not really true... I like some people but I find most people to be dumbasses.

I am finishing this really slow and retarded "Wow, you can't find a job? Gosh you must fail" course. In all seriousness (or lack there of, you be the judge) it's fucking stupid, especially the people. Never have been in such a gathering of slow and energysapping gits.

For instance we got this task: Go out to at least 5 stores/shops/places and hand out our CV to see what our position was. For me this would've been a piece of cake (there's a mall of shorts just down the road, could do 10 places in less than an hour!) but I had an exam on that day so I did that instead :P

Anyway, not a single person in the room saw this as a possibility but, rather, something scarey to be avoided. It's now that I ask myself "Why the fuck are you even here?!".

As I've said earlier, I like some people. Most of them are people I've meet trough World of Warcraft (if you're one of these sad persons who thinks they can blame their lack of parenting on video games, you can get the fuck out now). My computer have two programs that I -have- to have: World of Warcraft and MSN. Now this might seem like addict talk to some and for those that it does, you can fuck right off with the no-good parents and die in a forest for all I care. The truth is that I could be on WoW right now, but I'm not. Instead, and all the Gods as my witness if I know why, I am doing this. Blogging. Putting my rage or whatever into writing and directing it on whatever poor soul might come across this.

By now it might be clear that I like to swear or rant or tell people to generally go fuck themselves. If you are a person of some higher intellect you probably gathered that from my very first sentece in which case I have one thing to say to you: Go do something productive, you sod!

I find swearing something to help me blow off steam with. Of course I don't go about swearing like a sailor denied shoreleave (well, most of the time anyway) but I find it better to get it out as soon as possible rather than shut it away and end up with a tumour at the age of 25.

-Note: Next paragraph is not about pedos, I find those sick fucks disgusting and I hope they boil in their own fat.-
Speaking of age, ever noticed how old guys with young girls are frowned upon? Why does this only work one way? My first girlfriend was 9 years older than me and for some, that was a problem. Was it a problem for me? No. Was it a problem for her? No. I wonder what the reactions would be like if I was 9 years older than her.