I'll write this one in english, 'cause I need that excersize. Today I realized my messy english during monday meeting. Where? At
Imag! Those Nordic Guys really know how to dish a nice office: This morning we had breakfast during meeting and everybody was passing the sandwiches around, we have Tom Vac chairs in the kitchen, everybody sports a Powerbook, all those nice magazines fly around, you just have to grab yours, we've got
kahvi en masse (but where's the freakin'
pulla?) and everyones got a really healthy looking work space: So much junk dumped on the desks, it's hard to find the cinema display. And I like my colleagues there. Everyones really nice though I'm not speaking finnish yet (at a publisihng company for magazines!) I think I feel quite comfy here. I didn't spend too much time in the office, since I had my first mission: taking Polaroids from 3 cafés reviewed in the coming
Viini magazine. In the last café the owner (nice guy - I wonder if he does anything else, than relaxing the whole day at his place :) pulled me over and whispered: "No problem with the polaroids but that guy there in the corner? You see the Hell's Angels badge on his jeans vest? Don't take a photo of him."
Did I mention I'm a real man now? You know with all that "me go out, get food"-thing going on? Yesterday evening I caught a fish on my own! I got Paavos fishing rod, a worm and got my fish in no time. (compared to the others). Pikku Paavo went fishing the whole day and he didn't catch a single fish. Me man now *grunt*! But still I rather go to Hesburger than cut a fish's throat on my own.
