30 May 2012

Rant rant rant

I miss thunderstorms.  I miss that feeling of rush going through the body right before a huge storm hits the area.  Haven't seen one in more than 2 years, because Sweden is a place where no such thing exists.  There are no big waves or lightning.  They have no bagels or real nestles chocolate chips.  I still haven't gotten used to the 3 extra letters on the keyboard that mess the entire board up.  I have to start looking at the keyboard while typing nowadays.  I am still not used to putting spaces between the correct amount of numbers in a swedish phone number.  It's hard for me to understand how the lamest slowest least helpful people have the same jobs year after year (like that stupid girl who works at Gallerix) while hardworking well-educated immigrants sit and wait in the employment office to get their names called for nothing.  Like my in-laws say, "nowadays they want you to have a damn degree in CLEANING to be a janitor."

I'm a bit tired of seeing nothing but Volvos on the roads.  Oh, let's not even start with the drivers here.  The only reason there are less accidents here is because more than half the people take other sources of transportation, leaving an almost empty freeway.  It's funny how this country gets on your ass about being a qualified Swedish driver  yet you still see crazy drivers (unseen by cops).   So pointless to spend thousands on traffic schools, courses, and tests when you will get failed for it anyway.  It's less about learning defensive driving and more of getting used to the game.  Or sucking up.  Like, money comes out of our ass or something.

Swedish sometimes becomes irritating because everybody sounds the same.  Same expression, same tone.  It is hard to be unique.  You have to use more adverbs instead of adjectives for something good, because "bra" (good) is an overly used word.

Ok? I'm complaining.  It's my day to rant about this country's dryness in ...well..everything.   DRY DRY land.  Not much touches me because it's so damn dry!  

But hey, no country is perfect.  It's made out of people.  You have flaws..yeah, I know, I do too.  So no point in complaining about how the world treats us.  It's what we make of it.

Yup, I have no idea why I wrote all this....

I feel light-headed though!