Los duros comienzos - The very hard beginnings
viernes, agosto 07, 2009
No creo que sea pertinente extenderse en los detalles del comienzo bruselense, mas aun cuando solo recuerdo cajas y mas cajas... 150 kilos de movidas que me he traido. Para la proxima prometo hacer una hoguera.
El 15 de Julio empece a trabajar: nueva empresa, nuevo puesto. Si, la verdad es que he trabajado mucho desde entonces. El martes 21 me fui a Londres 3 dias a un curso de Ada. Si quereis saber donde esta el culo de Londres, ya os lo digo yo: Croydon, el sitio donde me hospedaba y me daban el curso. El viernes 24 volvi a Bruselas, trabaje unas horitas y luego cogi otro vuelo para volver a Dublin y ver por tercera vez a U2. No es necesario mencionar que un concierto con Bono y el resto de los viejunos siempre es un espectaculo emocionante y que merece todo tipo de sacrificios. El lunes regrese a Bruselas, pero el martes me puse malo con gastroenteritis. Vacaciones en casa hasta el viernes. Esta ultima semana si que he trabajado y he completado mi primera semana en el trabajo sin incidentes... Solo que ahora me voy de vacaciones dos semanas. Cuando me acusan de vago les digo que es que se me ha pegado el estilo irlandes...
Tras pasar las primeras semanas en casa de mi amigo Toni, ahora parece que me mudo a casa de mi otro amigo Juan Carlos, cerca de la estacion de Midi. Un lugar idilico para inmigrantes de Africa y no digo mas que luego me llaman racista... Pero si voy a vivir con ellos y no me da miedo dejar el coche en la calle. Ah, por cierto, el coche va estupendamente, los de la empresa se han portado con el A3.
Salir de fiesta se puede resumir en un finde en Gante, donde lo pasamos cojonudo con un festival de cerveza y musica que transcurria por las calles de la ciudad. Luego otro buen pedo fue aquel sabado de botellon en el Parque del Cincuentenario. Aparte de eso algunas salidas entre semana a la Plaza de Chatelain. Casi siempre con espanyoles, aunque ya me he encontrado a un irlandes por aqui.
En fin, mucho papeleo, mudanzas, y bastante sol, todo regado con una cerveza que enamora ademas de dar un pedo muy rico. Ah, y de frances ni puta idea, pero prometo aprender...
Vous pouvez parier!!
-- English version --
I think there's no point in talking widely about every detail of the very beginnings in Brussels, more so when I can only think about more and more boxes... I took with me 150k of stuff. Next time I will get rid of them at the stake.
I started working the 15th of July: new company, new position/role. And yes, honestly, I have worked hard since then. On Tuesday the 21st, I went to London for a 3 day training in Ada. If you want to know where the back arse of nowhere in London is, I advise you to go to Croydon, the place where the course was hosted. On Friday the 24th I came back to Brussels, worked few hours and then took another flight to come back to my beloved Dublin just to see a gig of U2... for the 3rd time in my life. There's no need to mention that a gig of Bono and the old fellas is always worth, a moving show, and it deserves any kind of sacrifice. Next Monday, again flying back to Brussels but only to get sick on Tuesday with gastroenteritis so... holidays at home till Friday. Said that, I truly have worked this week, being finally able to complete my first week with no incidents at all... Well, today I am going on holidays to Spain for 2 weeks. Never mind, they can accuse me of being lazy, but I can always say I got used to that in Ireland...
After spending the first 3 weeks at my friend Toni's place, it seems that I am moving to another friend's place close to Midi station. An idyllic place for immigrants from Africa and I won't say anything else about it to avoid racist thoughts... How you dare to even think I am racist when it is obvious I don't mind leaving with them and moreover, I am not scared of parking my car in the street. By the way, the car goes smooth, I have to say that the company has really excelled with the Audi A3.
Nightlife so far can be summed up like this: a weekend in Gantz, where we had a great time at the festival in the streets of the city, with fantastic music and Belgium beer, of course. Another good one was last Saturday with a typical Spanish botellon in Parc du Cinquantenaire. And we go out week days too, usually to the Place Chatelain to drink in the street and most of the time with Spanish lads, but I have to say I have already met an Irish here.
So that's it, lots of red tape, moving stuff here and there and frequent sunny days... everything watered with Belgium beer which makes you fall in love, let alone that merry state of mind you get... lovely. Oh, not a word of French but I promise I will learn...
Vous pouvez parier!!
El 15 de Julio empece a trabajar: nueva empresa, nuevo puesto. Si, la verdad es que he trabajado mucho desde entonces. El martes 21 me fui a Londres 3 dias a un curso de Ada. Si quereis saber donde esta el culo de Londres, ya os lo digo yo: Croydon, el sitio donde me hospedaba y me daban el curso. El viernes 24 volvi a Bruselas, trabaje unas horitas y luego cogi otro vuelo para volver a Dublin y ver por tercera vez a U2. No es necesario mencionar que un concierto con Bono y el resto de los viejunos siempre es un espectaculo emocionante y que merece todo tipo de sacrificios. El lunes regrese a Bruselas, pero el martes me puse malo con gastroenteritis. Vacaciones en casa hasta el viernes. Esta ultima semana si que he trabajado y he completado mi primera semana en el trabajo sin incidentes... Solo que ahora me voy de vacaciones dos semanas. Cuando me acusan de vago les digo que es que se me ha pegado el estilo irlandes...
Tras pasar las primeras semanas en casa de mi amigo Toni, ahora parece que me mudo a casa de mi otro amigo Juan Carlos, cerca de la estacion de Midi. Un lugar idilico para inmigrantes de Africa y no digo mas que luego me llaman racista... Pero si voy a vivir con ellos y no me da miedo dejar el coche en la calle. Ah, por cierto, el coche va estupendamente, los de la empresa se han portado con el A3.
Salir de fiesta se puede resumir en un finde en Gante, donde lo pasamos cojonudo con un festival de cerveza y musica que transcurria por las calles de la ciudad. Luego otro buen pedo fue aquel sabado de botellon en el Parque del Cincuentenario. Aparte de eso algunas salidas entre semana a la Plaza de Chatelain. Casi siempre con espanyoles, aunque ya me he encontrado a un irlandes por aqui.
En fin, mucho papeleo, mudanzas, y bastante sol, todo regado con una cerveza que enamora ademas de dar un pedo muy rico. Ah, y de frances ni puta idea, pero prometo aprender...
Vous pouvez parier!!
-- English version --
I think there's no point in talking widely about every detail of the very beginnings in Brussels, more so when I can only think about more and more boxes... I took with me 150k of stuff. Next time I will get rid of them at the stake.
I started working the 15th of July: new company, new position/role. And yes, honestly, I have worked hard since then. On Tuesday the 21st, I went to London for a 3 day training in Ada. If you want to know where the back arse of nowhere in London is, I advise you to go to Croydon, the place where the course was hosted. On Friday the 24th I came back to Brussels, worked few hours and then took another flight to come back to my beloved Dublin just to see a gig of U2... for the 3rd time in my life. There's no need to mention that a gig of Bono and the old fellas is always worth, a moving show, and it deserves any kind of sacrifice. Next Monday, again flying back to Brussels but only to get sick on Tuesday with gastroenteritis so... holidays at home till Friday. Said that, I truly have worked this week, being finally able to complete my first week with no incidents at all... Well, today I am going on holidays to Spain for 2 weeks. Never mind, they can accuse me of being lazy, but I can always say I got used to that in Ireland...
After spending the first 3 weeks at my friend Toni's place, it seems that I am moving to another friend's place close to Midi station. An idyllic place for immigrants from Africa and I won't say anything else about it to avoid racist thoughts... How you dare to even think I am racist when it is obvious I don't mind leaving with them and moreover, I am not scared of parking my car in the street. By the way, the car goes smooth, I have to say that the company has really excelled with the Audi A3.
Nightlife so far can be summed up like this: a weekend in Gantz, where we had a great time at the festival in the streets of the city, with fantastic music and Belgium beer, of course. Another good one was last Saturday with a typical Spanish botellon in Parc du Cinquantenaire. And we go out week days too, usually to the Place Chatelain to drink in the street and most of the time with Spanish lads, but I have to say I have already met an Irish here.
So that's it, lots of red tape, moving stuff here and there and frequent sunny days... everything watered with Belgium beer which makes you fall in love, let alone that merry state of mind you get... lovely. Oh, not a word of French but I promise I will learn...
Vous pouvez parier!!
