And it begins...

I'm not sure if it's a good thing to write the very first post of your brand new blog when you're feeling pissed (as in angry), but here goes.

I just got screwed over not by one but TWO insurance companies. Don't want to get into it too much, but let's just say that in Italy it works a little like this:
- if you're not insured, then you're screwed if something happens
- if you are insured, then you'll be screwed by the very company that insured you
- if you try to change from one insurance company to another, you get screwed by both of them
- to sum up: you're screwed

On a lighter note, tonight my cat spent only 15 minutes chewing on my feet while I was sleeping. Usually this goes on for about 30 minutes every night, accompanied by a little nap on my face (15 min), playing with a noisy ball (20 min), and when the ball is removed from her, it's time to chew on the night lamp. All this action in my bedroom during the nights, and yet I'm single. Go figure.

I'll tell you more about my cat some other time. Otherwise I get labeled as the "cat-lady" and won't be able to attract any male readers. Although I might have hooked them already with the story about the insurance.

So, I'm Finnish. And over 30. They tell me I look like I'm 27, but I think they're just kidding. They say it's because I have no wrinkles. That's obviously bull. I once watched a photographer spend 30 minutes retouching two of my photos, and that was just to get rid of the "non-existing" wrinkles. I also have a crooked face, so it took another 20 min to fix that. And these were photos for my CV. I didn't get the job.

Apart from being Finnish and old, I also live abroad. And no it's not because of a guy (unfortunately), but because of a job I happened to find. I remember back in Finland when some people used to say "oh see all the foreigners who come here to steal our jobs and our women". I always thought those people were a little silly. Now I'm the one living abroad, and I hear people say  "oh see that Finnish girl who has come here to steal our jobs" and I still think they are a little silly. Well, at least with me they left out the women-part.

I'm really good at learning quickly new languages. No no, that's actually not a joke. I had about 6 weeks to learn Italian before I came here, and with the help of a private teacher I learned to say what's my name and the names of the various pizza choices, and off I went. At work my colleagues spoke half Italian half English to me. That was real nice and all, only then the problem was that first I had to play a game called "Guess the language!" and then try to figure out what they were saying. Luckily I also had a colleague who had spent a few years in Sweden, so he mixed together English, Italian and some badly spoken Swedish. At times I didn't know if was speaking to me or just trying to impersonate of a gremlin.

Recently I've decided to make my life just a little bit more difficult by trying to learn German. I'll let you know how that goes.

So here it is, my first ever blog posting. Should you have enjoyed it, please feel free to visit my blog again. If not, well, I promise it can only get better. I leave you with a photo of my Crouching Tiger Hidden Crocodile.