Instead of introduction

I bought this shield in Ireland (oh gosh, what an adventure that was too, but that in another post), as it summarizes in just few words who I am So let’s skip boring intros and get to the point: I’m 25, working for a software/hardware company (like in Office Space) and ermmm, sharing a lot of feelings of the Office Space guys. And tomorrow is Monday and omfg yet another week ahead and 5 days away from weekend. And on top of everything, after a wonderful sunny weekend when I managed to screw up my tires for a bottle of wine, tomorrow crappy weather strikes back. I mean, what better motivation someone would need to get to the office.

Monday mornings (as any other morning) are always an adventure to get to work. If I miss the right 10 minutes a day when traffic is civilized on A6 (Germany), I might be too early, and then enter the jams provoked of those mid-aged Audi or Benz drivers, with sandwich packs made by their wives for work (or carrying a Vittel bottle to grab some mustard from the office) or middle-aged crisis dudes with Porsches doing 120 on the left lane. If I get too late, I might not even make it to the highway, blocked behind some fat housewife driving tiny little cans like Opel Corsa or Peugeot 106 or old Fiesta, obviously doing 40 and breaking up to first gear before every damn curve. It remains a mystery too me why fat women choose to drive tiny little cars. And forget to blink before turning. And fall asleep at the traffic light and move their overloaded can only at insistent flashes of the people that do have a job and must get to it. Thankfully, the supermarket is on the way to A6, so most of them gracefully turn left (no blinking please, I read minds). But oh, not all!!! I’ll find plenty of them later on the highway (probably going to visit their oversized mothers), stuck and impassible on the left lane (while of course the right one is completely free), while I desperately flash and remember all the bitching words I can get at that hour without a coffee (and at least Romanian language does offer a wide variety of swears and blessings).

Well, after couple of hours of hanging around in the office, I’ll find enough motivation to bitch again. Stay tuned, worry when I don’t bitch.