I am a seasonal root vegetable
Swedish Residence Permit received after 10 long months of waiting. HUZZAH!
However. the lady at the migration office decided to choose the 2nd worst picture from the 4 photo booth images I presented. Not only that, she photocopied the picture, squished it up and popped it into a page of my passport rendering my face wider than it is long.
I do now resemble a swede; the seasonal root vegetable. DOUBLE HUZZAH!!
I dubbed the guy next door Naked Angry Dad. For one, when you walk past his kitchen window he is always naked from the waist up (from what I can see). Plus, he's always so flippin' angry, screaming at his young son about something or other. My lack of Swedish permits (per-mits, not perrrrrr-mits) me to understand a word he is saying, yet I know he's a mean nasty fucker.
Today he has been drilling in his kitchen at 5:45am for god knows what reason, which drove me up the wall. I imagine a make-believe confrontaton between he and I. N.A.D vs. V.A.G (Vegetablefaced Arsey Guy). God, I'd kick his naked angry ass so much. Yet in reality, I'd probably be on the end of the beatings. TRIPLE HUZZAH!!!
I wonder how many people have bitched about their jobs in their blogs and got fired because of it. The fear of this prevents me from posting funny stuff about collegues, god I'd dearly wish to do so, but jobs are so hard to find here in Sweden.
However. the lady at the migration office decided to choose the 2nd worst picture from the 4 photo booth images I presented. Not only that, she photocopied the picture, squished it up and popped it into a page of my passport rendering my face wider than it is long.
I do now resemble a swede; the seasonal root vegetable. DOUBLE HUZZAH!!
I dubbed the guy next door Naked Angry Dad. For one, when you walk past his kitchen window he is always naked from the waist up (from what I can see). Plus, he's always so flippin' angry, screaming at his young son about something or other. My lack of Swedish permits (per-mits, not perrrrrr-mits) me to understand a word he is saying, yet I know he's a mean nasty fucker.
Today he has been drilling in his kitchen at 5:45am for god knows what reason, which drove me up the wall. I imagine a make-believe confrontaton between he and I. N.A.D vs. V.A.G (Vegetablefaced Arsey Guy). God, I'd kick his naked angry ass so much. Yet in reality, I'd probably be on the end of the beatings. TRIPLE HUZZAH!!!
I wonder how many people have bitched about their jobs in their blogs and got fired because of it. The fear of this prevents me from posting funny stuff about collegues, god I'd dearly wish to do so, but jobs are so hard to find here in Sweden.
posted by Shaun at 6:16 fm
3 Comments:
You don't know how much I'm giggling at this very moment, since this text reminded me of the picture! So ace.
Plus, I don't think it was NAD doing the drilling. Cause right after you woke me up to tell me he was drilling at 5.45, I heard the drilling myself. So it might be home improvement dad upstairs?
you can start a new blog, like "the rant on work blog", and do fake stuff in it and sneak in the real stuff and probably noone will notice!
I bitch and erase. Still employed.
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