mickan in world

There is always a certain thrill in starting a new job. No matter if it's your dreamjob or not, the first couple of days there will certainly be things to keep your mind busy; new colleagues, new routines and new tasks. In the beginning you wish for everything to run as smoothly as possible, but as times goes by, I at least start wishing that things will go a little bit wrong, just for the challange! And a bit of change of scene.

I started my new job last Monday. It's office work, and I've already figured out that this will not be my choice of career. I hereby declare: I will NOT work in sales when I grow up. Quite usefull to be making a bit of money now though...

On my freetime I'm trying to melt the fact that I'm about to be a student at Trinity College, Dublin. There are a lot of fibre in those news- they're not easily digested! It is slowly getting through to my brain that I actually got in, and I'm crazy happy! Actually crazy happy.

(Just found out Trinity is ranked 70th best university in the world. Nr. 39 in my institution. Not to bad.)

I've got some dates now for those who are interested. I leave for Dublin on the 24th of September. I start Trinity on the 1st of October. I begin classes on the 8th of October. Three exciting Mondays in a row.
Other not-so-new news is that two of my best friends are coming with me to the Green Isle. Naomi and Fia are as tired of Stockholm as i am and they can't wait for a pint of Guinnes in the right company. They're going to go for work and pleasure, their personal adventure. I am thrilled of the company of course!

I am enjoying my time here in my hometown even more than I thought I would. I did not remember I had this many friends and how charmingly wonderful they are! It's work and play for me right now. That's kind of all I'm doing; besides dreaming of Trinity of course.

(Just found out the nickname for a TCD student is a Trinnehead. Trinnerhead!?)

I had myself a nice weekend. Friday I went to a fancypants restaurant with my family. My dad got a giftcertificate some time two years ago and it took us sometime to use it. But it was a fun experience in the art of cooking, or the art of serving. Everything they brought out was a masterpiece and I almost didn't want to eat it (almost). A shrimp here, a dash of sause there, a piece of bread artisticly cut. Also it was an experience observing the waitors, they moved as in a ballet and on stage (perhaps theye were).
Afterwards I had a beer and a night on the town with some friends. Maybe not as sophisticated, but definitely as fun!

Saturday it was all about my mothers birthday. I got a rare chance to hang-out with my lovely (but oh so occupied) sister (or, it might be me that's occupied...) when we went gift shoping in town. Came home with a big pink parcel.
Then there was dinner with some friends and a relaxing night with Jossan watching a rather good Irish movie (anyone surprised?).

Aoch.. the boss just caught me writing. Not so good! I'll be back....