disgruntled immigrant, free to good home
it’s not been the best of mondays so far. it hasn’t been terrible, but it’s just one of those little things that add up to make everything else seem that much more crappy.
i decided i needed an emergency coffee this morning after coming into the office to a world of trouble that had been brewing over the weekend. the coffee culture here in sweden is not one of going out to get a cup at the local coffee shop, it’s one of going to the kitchen for a cup of pretty ordinary filtered muck. that wasn’t going to cut it this morning.
down to wayne’s i went, and in the corner i spied a beautiful swedish girl (they all are) contentedly sipping on a warm beverage and tapping away merrily on her laptop. i can’t tell you how tempting it was to swan over there and ask her the secrets to finding a job where one can work in a nice, warm coffee house with a smile on one’s face, or at the very least to ask her if she fancied adopting a scruffy looking foreigner.