Yellow
After working in DHL I developed a certain dislike for yellow clothes if they were not related to the company, same went for cutlery or any bright yellow article, but well... I have changed from color pink to yellow.
And the thing is that, sometimes when you could not have a worse possible day, you try to stay possitive and yes... some good things come out from there. Last Friday I was supposed to travel to Budapest to visit Zsolti, but somehow the stars conspired against it happening.
As I woke up on Friday and got ready to get some stuff done and seeing Nathan before leaving to Hungary, I realized my debit cards and money were stolen in the party of the previous night, that was... deliciously wild. This triggered a set of events (running from bank to bank and cancelling cards, finding a way to get money, etc which is a very interesting challenge with the "excellence of the Dutch service"), that ended on me being on time for the last possible train I could take to go to Amsterdam Schiphol to take my flight.
So far so good you'd say, but no... the conductor of the damn train would not let me board. Big gorilla in front of the door. W*! No one in the freakin station would help me with a different way to get to Schiphol that was not waiting for 30 minutes to take the next direct train. Yes... I arrived before take off, but this time, no puppy face helped, no crocodile tears did the trick, not even neurotical looks and evil comments, I stayed in Schiphol watching my plane leaving without me and texting Zsolt letting him know I was not coming.
I called Nathan who supportively heard me complain bittterly on my luck, and decided to head back to Rotterdam after finding other options to go to Hungary that were not cheaper than 400 Euro. Nothing else could go wrong... I bought a magazine stuffed with scientific advancements and possitive thinking and took the train back to the Rotown.
As I was sitting on the train, two young girls, who went to Amsterdam without permission from their parents asked me if I could wake them up when we reached Rotterdam, but the train failed us. Well... let's declare the innocence of the train company for this once. As we reached The Hague a $%/(@ decided to jump in front of the train, and in that way, my trip of 50 minutes back to Rotterdam turned to 2.5 hours and the girls got busted.
Deep breath I thought... I texted Nate to tell him I would call him when I would be back in town to catch him wherever he was hanging out. And so, when we reached Rotterdam Alexander I took my phone out of my pocket... it blinked, invalid battery... yes... my Motorola Razr died. After 1.5 years of heavy duty it died in my hands when I needed it. Now there really was nothing else that could go wrong.
I used one of the girls' phones to use my sim card and call him, but there was a message already. "I am waiting for you at Paddy's with a big hug and a kiss. X". And so, nothing else went wrong, my night concluded in a large amount of Bailey's and on me hearing one song to my ear... and it changed my color, no, not pink anymore, now it is yellow, it was Coldplay.
So what else is there to say? I hate I am not in Budapest with my friends, I am missing the amazing weather and the open bars, but on the other hand... I am still so happy that I cannot handle it, surprisingly in Rottterdam. I am happy, I am in peace, I am free.
On other news... other companies are liking my CV. There are cool chances with TCS in London and with Accenture in Dublin. They will interview me and see what's the story. Also I passed to the second phase on the Alcatel Lucent selection process which involves... sweet talk about an unknown topic for 30 minutes. We will see...
Don't call me. My phone is dead.
And the thing is that, sometimes when you could not have a worse possible day, you try to stay possitive and yes... some good things come out from there. Last Friday I was supposed to travel to Budapest to visit Zsolti, but somehow the stars conspired against it happening.
As I woke up on Friday and got ready to get some stuff done and seeing Nathan before leaving to Hungary, I realized my debit cards and money were stolen in the party of the previous night, that was... deliciously wild. This triggered a set of events (running from bank to bank and cancelling cards, finding a way to get money, etc which is a very interesting challenge with the "excellence of the Dutch service"), that ended on me being on time for the last possible train I could take to go to Amsterdam Schiphol to take my flight.
So far so good you'd say, but no... the conductor of the damn train would not let me board. Big gorilla in front of the door. W*! No one in the freakin station would help me with a different way to get to Schiphol that was not waiting for 30 minutes to take the next direct train. Yes... I arrived before take off, but this time, no puppy face helped, no crocodile tears did the trick, not even neurotical looks and evil comments, I stayed in Schiphol watching my plane leaving without me and texting Zsolt letting him know I was not coming.
I called Nathan who supportively heard me complain bittterly on my luck, and decided to head back to Rotterdam after finding other options to go to Hungary that were not cheaper than 400 Euro. Nothing else could go wrong... I bought a magazine stuffed with scientific advancements and possitive thinking and took the train back to the Rotown.
As I was sitting on the train, two young girls, who went to Amsterdam without permission from their parents asked me if I could wake them up when we reached Rotterdam, but the train failed us. Well... let's declare the innocence of the train company for this once. As we reached The Hague a $%/(@ decided to jump in front of the train, and in that way, my trip of 50 minutes back to Rotterdam turned to 2.5 hours and the girls got busted.
Deep breath I thought... I texted Nate to tell him I would call him when I would be back in town to catch him wherever he was hanging out. And so, when we reached Rotterdam Alexander I took my phone out of my pocket... it blinked, invalid battery... yes... my Motorola Razr died. After 1.5 years of heavy duty it died in my hands when I needed it. Now there really was nothing else that could go wrong.
I used one of the girls' phones to use my sim card and call him, but there was a message already. "I am waiting for you at Paddy's with a big hug and a kiss. X". And so, nothing else went wrong, my night concluded in a large amount of Bailey's and on me hearing one song to my ear... and it changed my color, no, not pink anymore, now it is yellow, it was Coldplay.
So what else is there to say? I hate I am not in Budapest with my friends, I am missing the amazing weather and the open bars, but on the other hand... I am still so happy that I cannot handle it, surprisingly in Rottterdam. I am happy, I am in peace, I am free.
On other news... other companies are liking my CV. There are cool chances with TCS in London and with Accenture in Dublin. They will interview me and see what's the story. Also I passed to the second phase on the Alcatel Lucent selection process which involves... sweet talk about an unknown topic for 30 minutes. We will see...
Don't call me. My phone is dead.
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