The last few days have been quite boring. A bunch of us got together at K14 to watch Barcelona vs. Real Madrid and that was interesting, though the game itself was quite subdued as many of you know. Since there’s not so much happening at the moment I’m going to use my time here to make a little observation and then go on a rant so bear (bare?) with me.
First for the observation: men in Sweden refuse to wear slacks, but insist on wearing button-down dress shirts and blazers. It’s like every single day of the year is business casual in this country. At the kickoff party a few weeks back, I noticed that every single guy there (myself included) was wearing jeans. There were probably 50 men there and there were no exceptions. Why do they dress like this? I don’t think it’s a bad look, but I mean at some point you would think one guy would be brave and complement his blazer with a nice pair of dress pants. It’s not going to happen though, the style is the style. I’ll just have to continue living my life in one big H&M commercial.
In other news, Siggi told me today that he spoke with a newspaper in the area and that they might be interested in working with me in some capacity. It could be that the blog gets reprinted in their publication or I could be doing something that they assign to me or it could all come to nothing. Regardless of what happens with the paper it was very nice of Siggi to take the time to mention me to them. He has no responsibility to ensure that I have work outside of the club, but he knows that the money definitely would help and he’s doing all he can to see that I have the best experience possible in Sweden. I really appreciate that. The way I’m treated by the club here is very good. They don’t have a ton of resources, but they help in whatever way they can. It’s very similar to the Harrisburg City Islanders, and the complete opposite of Crystal Palace Baltimore.
I put that line there to signify that I will be going on a rant. If you don’t want to hear my rant, then the blog is over for today and I’ll see you in 48 hours of so. Trust me, I understand if you don’t want to hear about how awful my life is when I sleep 10 hours everyday and play soccer/watch Netflix for a living. Honestly I get it. Anywho…
My apartment-mate (I think I just made that term up, but oh well) is driving me crazy. For the second time in like four days, I woke up this morning to him washing himself in the kitchen sink. I’ve tried multiple times to engage him in some sort of communication, but he won’t have it. Now realize, I’m not talking about us sharing our life stories, just basic cordial communication. He won’t budge so things continue to be awkward. When I hear that he’s out in the hallway or kitchen I simply don’t leave my room. If I have to pee I hold it. If I’m hungry I wait. That’s just how it is at the moment. Now if that was the extent of my problems (and up until today it was) then you’d never hear a rant about it. I’d still joke about some of the stuff because I’m a humorous person and like to keep things light-hearted, but now two things have rubbed me the wrong way. The first isn’t a big deal, but the second is a real problem.
First, like I mentioned earlier this morning I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen to brush my teeth. I’ve been keeping my toothbrush in my room instead of the bathroom recently because someone threw my toothbrush away when cleaning up the bathroom.
I’m sorry, but Tangent-rant:
Who throws away someone else’s toothbrush?! Think about this, have you ever thrown away another person’s toothbrush? Have you ever even touched a roommate’s toothbrush? Why in the world would I have a toothbrush in the bathroom if I thought it should be thrown away?! If I wanted my toothbrush in the trash, I would have put it there. I wouldn’t just leave it on the window sill next to the toothpaste and razor. Whoever threw away my toothbrush had to consciously decide that somehow I didn’t want the toothbrush anymore, but I did want the toothpaste and razor. Only an insane person or a dick would do something like that, and I don’t think any crazy people have been in my bathroom…but then again how would I know? The lock on the front door doesn’t work.
Ok, back to the original rant.
So I have the toothpaste on my (new) toothbrush and I walk into the kitchen (because the bathroom sink is still on the floor) only to see my apartment-mate washing up in his undies. That’s all fine and good, better than if he didn’t wash up at all, you know? But he wouldn’t acknowledge that I was standing there. Clearly I’m not just trying to watch him wash up. I said excuse me multiple time and he had to hear me, but no response. Finally after 20 seconds of just standing there I just barged in and used the sink. I was a bit perturbed about that but it wasn’t really a big deal. However the second thing is a big deal. Tonight I noticed for the second time in as many nights the smell of cigarette smoke. Last night it was kind of late when I got home from the Real Madrid vs. Barca viewing party so I didn’t pay much attention to the smoke smell. I just figured it was coming from outside or something. Today however there’s no doubt that the smoke is coming from my good friend on the other side of the wall. Now I’m legitimately upset. It’s one thing to be a dick, and to be fair this guy might be really nice but just doesn’t want to be bothered with me at the moment. It’s another thing though to have cigarette smoke lingering in the house. I’m not against people smoking cigarettes, I just don’t want to live with anyone who is smoking in the house. Yet another reason why I need to move out of this apartment asap. I’ve been looking, but it’s not easy to find an apartment in Enkoping. Maybe I’ll go into detail about my apartment search sometime, but not now. I’ve already made the post too long with my rant and tangent-rant.
Back on topic for the last five seconds, like I said before my first match and the team’s second is tomorrow. Wish me luck!