Eww peeps, where to start. The meal! It was fooking disgusting. We was trying to go to some vegetarian restaurant but apparently it isn’t open on Wednesdays. Wasn’t that arsed to be honest but then it was like shit, where are we going to go with Caroline. But this vegetarian restaurant has a sister restaurant that just does normal food, so offski’s we trotted. So we gets in this restaurant and the waitress was more or less like oh sit where you want. Then she trundles off and we thought, so, ok, she has gone to get us the menu and the drinks menu etc, like normal. Except we waited. And we waited. And we waited some more. Then some Spanish people came in and we continued to wait. Then we noticed the Spanish people got a menu before us, I swear to god they are so racist here at times. Any after like 20 mins of waiting we eventually managed to get the waitresses attention, and do you know what? She had completely forgot we was there! My eye she had forgot, although this waitress was completely on her own.
Anyway we eventually get the menus and the wine list, but they were only doing crepes. Apparently they cook a speciality everyday and that was all they had. So not to be judgemental I ordered the cod and vegetables. Well! The food was salty to fook. It wasn’t to the point where they had over salted it slightly; it was to the point that it was inedible. So Caroline and Olga egged me on to complain, as I shouldn’t really sit there and not say anything. Like normally I would but the restaurant was slightly posh and quiet so everyone would hear me complain, and I already feel like a dick living here, still getting used to the way they do things, and when I do something that is the opposite of what they would do, well, they take the piss, and then I feel like a nob! Anyway I eventually plucked up the courage to complain and she said she didn’t understand me, of course she understood me, I said the simplest sentence ever. There is too much salt in my food, I can’t eat it. How difficult is that to understand. Anyway I got Olga to explain it to her and then she said well by nature cod is a salty fish. Well I dunno, I’ve been eating it for 21 years and it has never been inedible before. So she went and cooked me another one, this time ham and cheese flavoured. Well this one was just as bad. It had a kind of sweet taste. So I couldn’t eat that either, so the whole night was a disaster. Even Caroline ate her food, so I must have looked bad. But it really was disgusting. And then they tried to get me to eat pudding.
But I’ve lost so much weight here, but that’s partly because I don’t eat much anymore, and when I do eat it is all organic this and that so it’s a lot healthier than Inglaterra. But I’ve stopped eating in work as there are two girls in my office who are proper snide and they have given me a proper complex about eating. Like there is always food in this office, someone or other is always bringing something in that their mums or wives have made. So obviously if everyone is eating these and they say to me, I’m gonna try it, especially since we don’t have these sorts of things in England. Anyway the receptionist and this other girl started saying that I eat loads, which I used to laugh about because I do love my food, but then they started getting really snide about it though and made me feel like a heffer. I dunno, can someone please tell me as I don’t know, but in my opinion, I’ve not eaten that much for them to comment about. Normally at about 11 I am starving and I have these nutty breadstick things that I share with everyone. So by the time I have shared I only have two left for me, which I don’t think is too overboard. Then for my lunch I eat a ham salad butty then a yoghurt a banana and then an apple or orange or kiwi fruit. So in my honest opinion I don’t think this is a lot but they say stuff and laugh at me, but normally I wouldn’t be bothered, but it is so difficult when you are in another country and don’t understand their culture so it has bothered me slightly and now I’m scared to eat in front of them. And also one time they brought a chocolate cake in, left it sat in front of me and they all ate it and left one slice sat there in front of me for two hours. In the end I was like what is this chocolate cake, just because I knew they was waiting for me to say something. Then the receptionist and the other girl started pissing themselves laughing, so I asked what was so funny and they each blamed each other, so I obviously knew it was me they was laughing at. And also Caroline is like a size 6 so obviously next to her I feel obese, but she says she is only a size six because she is so short, but that isn’t and she knows, it is still possible to be her height and be a plus size like me. She says the only reason I have to wear plus sizes is because I’m tall, but I know people taller than me who are skinny as fook so that doesn’t make me feel better. I honestly didn’t have too much of a complex about this really until they started laughing at me.
Honestly them girls are a bit snide you know. Like in Spain when it is Christmas, all these hampers come from clients from the bosses etc. And normally they only bring five hampers each time they come as there is 6 of us in the office I never get one, which doesn’t bother me as I am only the work experience girl, but the other day someone brought 6 so I thought that was really thoughtful, but Christina, the receptionists partner in crime, was like to the man, we only need five, but the man still brought 6 and then Christina phoned round everyone to make sure that I didn’t get anything, which I wouldn’t normally be bothered if I got one or not but the fact they went out of their way to ensure I didn’t get anything. And also my company doesn’t have an xmas party, really dunno why, so normally people from each office go out and eat together, so I have been asking about this and they keep being vague about stuff and then making arrangements between themselves but in Valencian so I can’t understand, I can understand a little so I know they are making arrangements so I can’t go, and I don’t know what on earth I have done to them, but girls never seem to take to me anyway and I’m not altogether sure why.
Anyway enough of them, as like I say they have never had the courage to move abroad to another country. Some girl in my office has been putting numbers into a computer for 12 years, so criticise me all you want as I bet in another 12 years she will still be inputting numbers into a computer, and lets see what I’ll be doing shall we…
Also people find it shocking that I don’t want to get married and would prefer to be a single mother. I dunno why, but this is the way I was brought up and this is how me and all my friends from school were brought up, so to me it seems perfectly normal not to have a father around, and we have all turned out ok more or less. Like Jenny has two children and she is a writer and doing well(http://awritersdiaryjenni.blogspot.com), and Leanne Donnelly is training to be a lawyer, so I could think of worst things that could happen.
Also I have that dreaded thing tonight where all them lads are going to be in one place at the same time. Although the number has significantly decreased as Ramon all of a sudden doesn’t want to reply to my txts
RAMON YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF NOW AND REALLY WANT TO JAB MY FINGERS IN YOUR EYES. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOT REPLYING TO MY MESSAGES, WELL IF YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES WE WILL PLAY THEM AND LETS SEE WHO WINS SHALL WE, I GUARANTEE IT WON’T BE YOU YOU FUCKING TWAT OF A WANKER, YOU FUCKIN VAGINAL BLOOD BUBBLE MONKY SPUNK FEATURES.
But I’m more worried about seeing fat face to be honest. I showed his txt message to my friend and she said he was making a joke (the Spanish humour…) so she said it was a really good one and I shouldn’t be worried, but to be honest I’m not worried about him, I’m worried what everyone else is going to say as they were pretty horrific.
And I’m just in the middle of trashing my house. Last night I broke yet another glass. I honestly do not know how this happened as I actually dropped a mug and I heard some smashing, but when I looked down the mug was in one piece so I was thinking thank god, but when I turn round… a glass had randomly just jumped off from the side, probably trying to save his friend, the mug, but died in this act of bravery. And then this morning I broke the shower. I honestly do not know how this happened either. You know that little cylinder thing that holds the showerhead? Well I was putting that back and the thing just snapped out of the blue. I think the house has a conspiracy against me you know. So in the time I have been there the following list is of things I have broken:
A blender (the blades just snapped, 50€ for another)
Tupperware (Sonia had some soup in the containers in the freezer and when I opened the freezer door they just jumped out and attacked me in numbers, 2 against 1, come on Tupperware that is hardly fair anyway they smashed leaving frozen soup that was starting to defrost on the floor)
A wine glass that broke when my back was to it so I have no idea)
A glass yesterday
And the showerhead holder.
I reckon the showerhead holder is gonna cost me loads. I’m gonna see if I can superglue it to perfection though, but I tend to stay away from super glue as I always stick my fingers together, man alive, that stuff is strong!
So I’m feeling pretty shit about myself right now L I feel blue L And Ramon is a complete and utter twat seriously, was supposed to be meeting him today and then doesn’t txt to confirm. What a loser. He makes me so mad; he only bothers when it’s the weekend. Like I have previously said though, normally I wouldn’t put up with this off anyone but since I am only here til feb that’s why I’m slightly more lenient! Anyway, if I have time I will put a posting tomorrow about how tonight went.
Random word of the day: llanero solitario = lone ranger (yep that’s me!)
Total word count of the day: 1953
Anyway we eventually get the menus and the wine list, but they were only doing crepes. Apparently they cook a speciality everyday and that was all they had. So not to be judgemental I ordered the cod and vegetables. Well! The food was salty to fook. It wasn’t to the point where they had over salted it slightly; it was to the point that it was inedible. So Caroline and Olga egged me on to complain, as I shouldn’t really sit there and not say anything. Like normally I would but the restaurant was slightly posh and quiet so everyone would hear me complain, and I already feel like a dick living here, still getting used to the way they do things, and when I do something that is the opposite of what they would do, well, they take the piss, and then I feel like a nob! Anyway I eventually plucked up the courage to complain and she said she didn’t understand me, of course she understood me, I said the simplest sentence ever. There is too much salt in my food, I can’t eat it. How difficult is that to understand. Anyway I got Olga to explain it to her and then she said well by nature cod is a salty fish. Well I dunno, I’ve been eating it for 21 years and it has never been inedible before. So she went and cooked me another one, this time ham and cheese flavoured. Well this one was just as bad. It had a kind of sweet taste. So I couldn’t eat that either, so the whole night was a disaster. Even Caroline ate her food, so I must have looked bad. But it really was disgusting. And then they tried to get me to eat pudding.
But I’ve lost so much weight here, but that’s partly because I don’t eat much anymore, and when I do eat it is all organic this and that so it’s a lot healthier than Inglaterra. But I’ve stopped eating in work as there are two girls in my office who are proper snide and they have given me a proper complex about eating. Like there is always food in this office, someone or other is always bringing something in that their mums or wives have made. So obviously if everyone is eating these and they say to me, I’m gonna try it, especially since we don’t have these sorts of things in England. Anyway the receptionist and this other girl started saying that I eat loads, which I used to laugh about because I do love my food, but then they started getting really snide about it though and made me feel like a heffer. I dunno, can someone please tell me as I don’t know, but in my opinion, I’ve not eaten that much for them to comment about. Normally at about 11 I am starving and I have these nutty breadstick things that I share with everyone. So by the time I have shared I only have two left for me, which I don’t think is too overboard. Then for my lunch I eat a ham salad butty then a yoghurt a banana and then an apple or orange or kiwi fruit. So in my honest opinion I don’t think this is a lot but they say stuff and laugh at me, but normally I wouldn’t be bothered, but it is so difficult when you are in another country and don’t understand their culture so it has bothered me slightly and now I’m scared to eat in front of them. And also one time they brought a chocolate cake in, left it sat in front of me and they all ate it and left one slice sat there in front of me for two hours. In the end I was like what is this chocolate cake, just because I knew they was waiting for me to say something. Then the receptionist and the other girl started pissing themselves laughing, so I asked what was so funny and they each blamed each other, so I obviously knew it was me they was laughing at. And also Caroline is like a size 6 so obviously next to her I feel obese, but she says she is only a size six because she is so short, but that isn’t and she knows, it is still possible to be her height and be a plus size like me. She says the only reason I have to wear plus sizes is because I’m tall, but I know people taller than me who are skinny as fook so that doesn’t make me feel better. I honestly didn’t have too much of a complex about this really until they started laughing at me.
Honestly them girls are a bit snide you know. Like in Spain when it is Christmas, all these hampers come from clients from the bosses etc. And normally they only bring five hampers each time they come as there is 6 of us in the office I never get one, which doesn’t bother me as I am only the work experience girl, but the other day someone brought 6 so I thought that was really thoughtful, but Christina, the receptionists partner in crime, was like to the man, we only need five, but the man still brought 6 and then Christina phoned round everyone to make sure that I didn’t get anything, which I wouldn’t normally be bothered if I got one or not but the fact they went out of their way to ensure I didn’t get anything. And also my company doesn’t have an xmas party, really dunno why, so normally people from each office go out and eat together, so I have been asking about this and they keep being vague about stuff and then making arrangements between themselves but in Valencian so I can’t understand, I can understand a little so I know they are making arrangements so I can’t go, and I don’t know what on earth I have done to them, but girls never seem to take to me anyway and I’m not altogether sure why.
Anyway enough of them, as like I say they have never had the courage to move abroad to another country. Some girl in my office has been putting numbers into a computer for 12 years, so criticise me all you want as I bet in another 12 years she will still be inputting numbers into a computer, and lets see what I’ll be doing shall we…
Also people find it shocking that I don’t want to get married and would prefer to be a single mother. I dunno why, but this is the way I was brought up and this is how me and all my friends from school were brought up, so to me it seems perfectly normal not to have a father around, and we have all turned out ok more or less. Like Jenny has two children and she is a writer and doing well(http://awritersdiaryjenni.blogspot.com), and Leanne Donnelly is training to be a lawyer, so I could think of worst things that could happen.
Also I have that dreaded thing tonight where all them lads are going to be in one place at the same time. Although the number has significantly decreased as Ramon all of a sudden doesn’t want to reply to my txts
RAMON YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF NOW AND REALLY WANT TO JAB MY FINGERS IN YOUR EYES. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOT REPLYING TO MY MESSAGES, WELL IF YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES WE WILL PLAY THEM AND LETS SEE WHO WINS SHALL WE, I GUARANTEE IT WON’T BE YOU YOU FUCKING TWAT OF A WANKER, YOU FUCKIN VAGINAL BLOOD BUBBLE MONKY SPUNK FEATURES.
But I’m more worried about seeing fat face to be honest. I showed his txt message to my friend and she said he was making a joke (the Spanish humour…) so she said it was a really good one and I shouldn’t be worried, but to be honest I’m not worried about him, I’m worried what everyone else is going to say as they were pretty horrific.
And I’m just in the middle of trashing my house. Last night I broke yet another glass. I honestly do not know how this happened as I actually dropped a mug and I heard some smashing, but when I looked down the mug was in one piece so I was thinking thank god, but when I turn round… a glass had randomly just jumped off from the side, probably trying to save his friend, the mug, but died in this act of bravery. And then this morning I broke the shower. I honestly do not know how this happened either. You know that little cylinder thing that holds the showerhead? Well I was putting that back and the thing just snapped out of the blue. I think the house has a conspiracy against me you know. So in the time I have been there the following list is of things I have broken:
A blender (the blades just snapped, 50€ for another)
Tupperware (Sonia had some soup in the containers in the freezer and when I opened the freezer door they just jumped out and attacked me in numbers, 2 against 1, come on Tupperware that is hardly fair anyway they smashed leaving frozen soup that was starting to defrost on the floor)
A wine glass that broke when my back was to it so I have no idea)
A glass yesterday
And the showerhead holder.
I reckon the showerhead holder is gonna cost me loads. I’m gonna see if I can superglue it to perfection though, but I tend to stay away from super glue as I always stick my fingers together, man alive, that stuff is strong!
So I’m feeling pretty shit about myself right now L I feel blue L And Ramon is a complete and utter twat seriously, was supposed to be meeting him today and then doesn’t txt to confirm. What a loser. He makes me so mad; he only bothers when it’s the weekend. Like I have previously said though, normally I wouldn’t put up with this off anyone but since I am only here til feb that’s why I’m slightly more lenient! Anyway, if I have time I will put a posting tomorrow about how tonight went.
Random word of the day: llanero solitario = lone ranger (yep that’s me!)
Total word count of the day: 1953
posted by Laura @ 2:26 pm
1 Comments:
Hi Laura - Thanks for giving my blog a mention! Don't take any notice of what they say at work - eat as much as you like, we all love you for it, so don't change for some stick skinny spanish girls.
You couldn't be fat if you wanted to - you are perfectly proportioned you lucky bitch.
Love, Jenni xxx
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