Drunken escapades

"No more drunken escapades Emma" is what my dad told me. "Might not be a good idea to post all of your drunken escapades onto your blog". Thats the downside of your parents being 2 of 6 loyal readers.

It makes sense, although I dont think anyone really knows of my blog let alone possible big company owning business men who want to give me a job BUT Ill try and make this a respectable post, knowning myself that might be difficult.

Yesterday was `my one month back in Holland anniversary` (these days I have an anniversary for everything), so I thought a post would be in order!!!

As Im sure you all know, I have started my new job and have become more used to the way things work. Even though they changed the menu just after I remember all the courses.... they also changed around the fridges, so I was able to grab a coke without looking and noooow I have to start all over again... So in 3 weeks I should be back on track, again...

A lot of my colleagues tell me all the time "you look like Sean" and I have to keep telling them that he looks like me seeing as I am older. I think they have accepted me sooner because he already works there and gets along with everyone, so I suppose its a plus really!! Also a constant reminder that we do reaaally look alike also humor wise, we could be twins (someone actually said that).

Only thing I have to get used to is that they have a boat outside and now that the weather is getting better it is getting busier, not a bad thing but the boat is kindaa far away from the bar and kitchen, so 3 plates become heavy reaaaally fast and then I just keep telling myself "dont drop em, dont you dare drop em", havent dropped a plate or a tray full of drinks yet *knocks on wood* but my wrist is getting kinda sore again (might also be the falling off the bike incident).

One thing that pisses me off though is the employee bathroom. There are 3 toilets, 2 for men and 1 for women.. I think that is weird because we all know that women have to pee all the time!! But sure, thats not what pisses me off. What pisses me off is that the light in the bathroom reacts to movement which means that if you are sitting down, relaxed and trying to pee, the light turns off..... I dont know anyone that has to pee and make frantic hand movements but now I do. I have spend most of the time in the darkness... Imagine peeing and waving at the same time? I can imagine I look retarded. Probably something like this.

 Anyways, enough story's of me peeing...

I am now also, almost have health insurance... Been here a month not even insured but thats because they emailed my parents for more information and dad ignores their emails. I dont blame him. So hopefully next week I can go out and break a leg or go to the dentist.

I also tried doing a jobtest (what-to-do-with-your-life-test) but I think I will remain useless for the remaining years of my life... Nothing that comes out of these things makes me go: YEAAAH I WANT TO DO THAT, I WANT TO SPEND 4000 EUROS ON BOOKS AND GO TO SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT 4 YEARS. I am assuming thats kinda how you feel when you find something that you want to do?

Looked at registering for a gym ( yes, looked at). One step at the time.

Going to a concert on tomorrow, a band called Of mice & men, look them up. I am now hoping my insurance starts tomorrow...

Also its Queens/Kings day on Saturday, so there should be enough "drunken escapades" I can tell you about next week!!

For now I hope you'll enjoy that image in your head of me peeing!!

Welcome Home

Now my laptop has been on for a while and its very hot on my lap but some things never change.

Have been back home for a week now and I must say I am very happy that I decided to come back. Let me give you an update of my first week back home.

I arrived on Saturday and my boyfriend came to pick me up which was wonderful, as were driving home I notice that he is texting a lot and my mother was also kinda pushy on "where are you" "hurry up" I asked the boyfriend, is anything going on? Why does my mum want me to come home so bad? I was starving so had to stop at McDonald's to get something to eat. My mom was saying nooo Emma leave it, eat something when you get home but who will swap a burger for a sandwich? I dont. As we "finally" arrive home there was a piece of paper on the door with different photos of me with my friends and family which said "Welcome home" now my mind is going "mmmmhhhhhh whats going on?" I walk inside the house and there is my grandmother and as I say hello the rest of the family comes walking in "Surpriseeeee" Ahhh so thats why my mom wanted me to come home. But that was not all, after I said hi to rest of the family all my friends come walking out of the backyard "SURPRISEEEE". I was delighted seeing as I have surprise multiple people with surprise visits and partys. Now I had been telling my friends for a few weeks, "hows organizing the surprise party going" "but you can bring your girlfriend to the surprise party" "maybe thats an idea for my surprise party" and all they kept saying was: "what surprise party" "there is no surprise party" "you left, so were not throwing you a surprise party" I must admit the last one hurt a little.

After a few drinks in the house and after the family went home a few of us went into town for a few more drinks (as you do). Decided to waste no time in finding my friend a boyfriend (she wasnt to happy with my choices) funny enough most of the guys I spoke to didnt even speak Dutch which was alright seeing as I am still struggling to speak Dutch again full time. Was a good night and I behaved, no weird drunken acts but then again that happened later on in the week....

My bike got stolen within 3/4 days of being back home, that really pissed me off... Also bought a new/second hand/probably stolen bike buttt for  45 euros I dont care, bought a nice pink/green lock for 20 euros so this bike cant go anywhere.

Had a job interview in a nice restaurant where my brother also works, they hired me so now I can annoy him basically all the time. Had my first day there yesterday and all everyone told me was "You look like Sean"and I kept telling people that I was here before he was but not for them....

Tuesday I went for a "few" drinks with a few people I used to work with. Nowwww a few with those people is never really a good idea as I have learned (relearned I must say). At 1 my boyfriend finished work and stayed for a few drinks but then went home. I should have gone with him but I told him that I could still speak and I could go for a few more (I couldnt speak though). Stayed in the one place till it closed and then 3 of us went to a different pub which stays open till 6 in the morning, which is actually very bad. We walked down and noticed my bag was very heavy, once inside I looked inside my bag and found 2 lemons, a candle, a shiiiiiiiiit load of coasters and some kitchen roll..... Now I was a little lost but was pretty sure I didnt put them there (I have great friends). Once I got home the kitchen roll and coasters were gone, no idea where they went though.... In the pub we had a few more beers and I think it was around 5 when we said "time to go home" Now my friends had decided that I would take a taxi back home and they locked my bike and stole the keys, called and paid for a taxi and put me in it. Dont remember telling the guy where I lived but he got me there, kinda, because before we were really there I had to get sick so I told him to just dump me here and I walked home. Good thing I didnt get sick in the taxi.... Once I got home I was so happy to see my bed ( I reaaaallyyy should have gone home with the boyfriend) I climbed in and the next time I woke up was when my mom came into the room and said "Emma, why did you leave the front door open" I cant really remember what I said but I am sure it was something like "GHgrhgrmgmmmmhhhffff" Now at the time I thought that was 15 mins after I came home but this was around 8 in the morning, which means I left the front door open for about 3 hours..... Not the best move I made really... My parents are reaaallyy happy I am home...

The next morning my brother comes into my room and tells me I left the front door open... yesss so Ive heard. He also told me that his boss wants to call me so I told him sure give him my number. Now I thought he'd call me to tell me whether I got the job or not. An email was sent to me the day before to tell me I got the job but for some weird reason I never got the email until later on on Wednesday... My Phone.... He called and asked if I wanted to work today, as I was kinda going "aaaaahhhhh I am kinda hungover" (in my head) I told him suureee for a few hours? Yes 12 till 5. I figured I could do that, as I was taking  shower I realized that I have no bike... soooo asked my brother for a lift, he agreed. Now I am eating a sandwich and taking paracetamol for life and drinking water to try and fix my body. And because we stopped at a traffic light I had to get off the bike, to stop it from tumbling over. Light turns green and Sean had built up some speed so I jumped on the back of the bike with both legs on the same side (how ladies sit) now I have no clue what the fuck I did because I managed to kinda jump over the bike so I fell off the other end where I jumped on to.... Me holding water and food and painkillers there was no helping me.. Sean was going maaad, "Emma!!! WHAT THE FUCK" I was just laughing... I have an ugly looking wound on my elbow and twisted my wrist a little. Ended up being in pain and smelling like alcohol on my first day... I told my boss and explained to him that obviously if I knew the day before that I was working I wouldnt have drank like a mad eejit....

Anyways, wasnt such a bad day, now I think its funny.

Other than all that alcoholic madness I have also enjoyed a few days without alcohol and just pure shopping and enjoying the sunny 22 degrees weather!! Ohhh hooow Ive missed that.

Well thats my first week anyways!!