Has chaos its own language?
Today has been a fairly interesting and chaotic day. Not really that chaotic, but the feeling of chaos has for sure been hovering around in the air like the smell of rancid meat. The feeling of chaos started yesterday after our so-called training from our so-called trainers.
At this point you might wonder why I am very honest about my not so good experience with my possible future job. I have kind of reach the point where I don’t care any more; which I have stated a few times now. Being in my extreme early thirties I am sick and tired of being bullshitted by companies that just want to earn some quick cash and treat me like a puppet.
I drove Lizzie to the city this early morning so she could look for some work there by walking around; as she wants to try to get any job so she can quit this one before it starts. Which she has my full support to do.
As we where walking around my mobile rang, and I was slow as usual so I had to call back who ever called me. It turned out to be one of the jobs from one of the guys on reddit who had passed my CV on to someone they knew. Tomorrow morning I have an interview that I’m super excited about and crossing my fingers and toes that I will get.
This has made me love reddit even more now.
When we get home from walking aimlessly around the city I called the university to check my status of my application. First I talked to a few nice ladies who tried to figure out what was going on. One of them tried to transfer me to the person in charge, but that didn’t go that well. The person later called me and that was an interesting experience.
I had explained what had happened to let the ladies know what I had done and who I had talked to, and what I had later been told. I tried the same procedure with this person, but I failed miserably. As the English word and the Norwegian word for certain degrees are so different I had forgotten them and was unsure what to tell this person. He constantly asked me one question and I tried desperately to make him understand what I had been told and that I was unsure.
I got a bit sick and tired of this person having such poor communication skills; his English was ok, but his listening skills were more or less zero. Eventually we worked out what degree is the correct one.
I was offered something that I would get on email, but I’m honestly not sure what; so I won’t carve anything in stone yet, if I got in or not.
English is not my native language, but at least I have listening skills to try to listen to what the person is saying. If the person sounds a bit confused you just paraphrase back to the person what you assume they are meaning to make them confirm if it’s correct or to make them rephrase themselves. I guess some people can speak a language their whole life without fully understanding it.
I am not saying I am an expert in English, but I have a fairly good understanding about language as I speak three languages fluently and I am a beginner at one language; planning to learn Japanese when I get my thumb out of my arse.
This has been a fairly interesting day indeed. I can only assume if I get the other job that day will be for sure more interesting, chaotic and definitely lively.
Will I blog about it? Oh yeah!
