I was asked today if my parents were from England or not. Actually, they both aren't English I started to say, until I was interrupted, upon which point one of my new colleagues tried to guess where they were from. Greece? No. Italy? No. Spain? No. Portugal? No. France? No. So in the end I had to give it to them. My mum is from Finland. Yes, that's right. I am totally exotic.
Now lets take a moment, and think about our general impressions. When we think of someone from Italy, Spain, we think dark hair, tanned. What about someone from Greece? What does the typical greek look like? This I am interested in because that was the first guess. Dark hair? Tanned? A funny nose? Oh, the mind boggles! And then on the flip side. Someone from Scandinavia. Tall, blonde. Well I am tall, but certainly not blonde. Think that had them a bit stumped.
I got home todauy, had my dinner and then promptly fell asleep again. This is not good.
Questions after questions at work. Why are you temping? What do you like? What do your parents do? Where did you go to uni? What did you study? Argh! Gimme a break. I just wanna go in, do some work, get paid for it, and then go home. Simple. At least it's a laid back office which is good.
Not much inspirational thought tonight.
Oh god, that and the fact that apparantly I look like I constantly want to punch someone. I can't help it, that miserable face rears its ugly head again, har har! There's nowt I can do about it. If I am sat there looking at my computer screen, I don't give a second thought to what expression is on my face. I am concentrating!! But again, yes, I do have a miserable face, oh lordy!
Byesey wyesey.