Okay so let me fill you in on the fun parts... Let's start at last sunday!
So sunday I was invited by my mentee, Min Ah, to a Cake-party. Very strange, very fun, great people, and apparently it's a Japanese tradition to host a cake-party. Asians dominated the party; mostly the Japanese then Koreans, there were three swedes there I think, and then one half-philippine (me). I baked a carrotcake, basically the only thing I feel super confident to bring to a party. If you'd like the recipe then holla, because it's really foolproof! And I think (hope) it was appreciated...
At the party I met really great people. Met friends of friends, and of my German pronounciation teacher. I also met friends whom I hadn't seen in ages, meaning John. He and his friend Marcus played a couple of songs on guitars for us who were at the party. They were really good! And the Kings of Leon song was naturally my favourite.
Monday I finally helped out Amnesty International with the can-collection. It was a lot of fun actually! I feel very useful for once. We were six people banging on doors around Lappis collecting cans for a good cause, enhancing peoples karma. Great stuff! We managed to fill up 7½ black disposal bags which equaled ca 490sek. Not bad at all!
Tuesday I met up with my two childhood friends, Ida and Habiba. We were going to help Ida find a present for her boyfriend. I was worried that we weren't going to be useful. I mean a present for your boyfriend or girlfriend is quite important and it has to be perfect! Then Ida filled us out on her whole plan for his birthday... And I started wondering what the fuss about the scarf really was. She has really gone all the way with his birthday, her gift(s) is sooo romantic! I can't wait for her to tell me how it worked out. Also, Habiba donated money to two guys who needed "hairspray".
Either way, we ended up shopping for ourselves instead (of course) and naturally the body needs fuel, and since I've been malnutritioned for 4 days my head started pounding like hell, we desperately went to one of the closest cafés. It turned out to be one of the cafés we frequently visit, so we were happy with our choice because their food is awesome. Unfortunately... they were closing within an hour but you could still order and that's also when I completely lost it! We all ordered different meals. Habibas and Idas were the fastest meals to prepare, mine was probably a bit more complicated. They hand out those numbder-notes to all of us except Ida. 15 minutes pass and there's 45minutes left until they close. They appear with Habibas order. They hand over the wrong one and Habiba returns it to them saying that she said pasta no sallad. Then the girl (obviously lacking service-skills!) says; "Well can't you eat this one anyway?" WTF? No she can't. She specifically ordered pasta, what's so hard to get - they didn't even have a lot of customers. Habiba receives the right order and when it has passed 30 minutes and it 30minutes left till closing time, I start asking Ida where our orders have gone and if they expect us to shove it down our throats within 5 minutes. We ask them and the first one can't reply she just says "yes" which was not a fitting answer in any way. The next one looks at us and it was obvious that they hadn't even given our orders to the chef. I got so mad, mostly because I was so hungry and had a splitting headache. The first girl comes back to us and (showing her lack of service-skills again!) says Om ni vill så kan ni få en bulle istället? I stället!? I don't think so I paid 100sek for my meal I'm not wasting it on a fucking bun. So I (rudely) exclaim that I want my money back. Apparently the girl was close to tears, but what the hell? You don't enter a job and not learn how to meet your customers... For all I cared (then) I thought she should get fired. Naturally, I was in a much foul mood then and now (with a happy stomach) I'm quite embarrassed about my behaviour. But I can't change it, and I won't return to them until about a month or two.
Then came wednesday and thursday. My baking days. I baked yet another Carrotcake and a Marängtårta for the amnesty bakesale which was held on thursday afternoon. I helped out selling after my class. It was loads of fun. Helen and I tend to get slightly pushy with it. Helen is probably more pushy than I am. But at least we get things sold and really manage to raise something.
I'm quite happy at the moment. The sun is coming out more often, it's getting slightly warmer, and my boss changed our schedule's. Menaing that I can have a regular social life again and I don't have to feel like I wither out at work every weekend. I get very other weekend off, and work perhaps a day or two more during mondays-fridays. Perhaps not the same big income but it doesn't matter for now.
