starting a new blog. gonna abandon this one since it’s too messy!!!
so feel free to follow me there. some photos i’ll repost but not that many, since i can’t be bothered.
starting on this new blog, EVERY post will be tagged accurately, i will try to write in swedish more, and i will post a lot less and only post choice things. also almost every post will eventually have 10 pics to go along with it since instead of just posting a new post, i’ll check back to see if there’s empty space on an old post.
started learning danish on duolingo because i figured now was about time (i can understand norwegian no problem, but danish….). you’re in demand if you can understand both danish and swedish, after all!
i didn’t know before how REGULAR danish is! i knew norwegian was super regular but i didn’t know danish was like that too, ex all the plurals are basically the same in a whole lot more times…. oh well. my wife explained “all of the plurals that are this or this type in swedish, are this type in danish and norwegian, we just haven’t changed yet”.
so now i’m just listening and writing stuff like “Mandendrikkerøllene”.
The other thing that’s great about danish is that it REALLY follows the “we double the consonants if a vowel is added” rule. this rule is in all the germanic-nordic languages but swedish sort of forgets it a lot. it’s the same reason why we say to “hum” but “humming” with a double m.
Of course, the main superiority you have with Swedish is just that it’s the biggest language. Plus it’s spoken relatively clear depending on dialect ; D
bought “havskatt (sea’s cat)”, googled it, found out it’s the same as “steinbitur (stone biter)” in icelandic, aka a fish i used to eat all the time and that you could see at the zoo. english name is effectively “that really creepy/ugly-looking catfish”.
also in related pictures i found some things that look like an even more useless magikarp.
if you want to talk whitefish, i personally like red-spotted flatfish best, following that is cod and haddock tied, and catfish is probably last because it’s a bit rubbery-ish. but i like all of them, really.
i am looking over their website more carefully now (i think they have two). i read the swedish and then i read the english, they have a little different info on each. on the english it says they sometimes organize trips to the movies and stuff so you can get to know your coworkers. ahh, i want to go..!
"An approximate wage is SEK 65-150 per distribution". i signed up for two distribution areas.
edit: so i went and came back, very simple work. the warehouse doesn’t smell bad at all and doesn’t even smell like cigarette smoke. but all the coworkers i’ve seen who do the same low-level work as me are huge black guys…. and none of them said hi to me. only this one swedish lady did, who seems to be friends with my boss-lady. oh well. i’m a weirdo too so it’s not like it matters. the place has a nice atmosphere (to me anyway).
Yesterday I went to a job meeting. Basically in the job, once a week you come to their office and sort out ads for yourself, then on the weekend you go to town, find a ”wagon” that has the ads in it and deliver the same ads to houses in your designated area. My wife’s dad said he also had a similar first job, and so did my wife’s aunt.
I was really scared to go there! I don’t know why I always get this way. And I was scared throughout the meeting too. It’s part that I have to speak Swedish, part that after every time I mess up in Swedish I get more scared, and then just plain part ”talking to strangers about important subjects like jobs where you’re supposed to try and look smart”. In America, I never got any job, I even went to McDonald’s and grocery stores and they wouldn’t hire me…. In Iceland, the conversation was done entirely over Email, I never even saw my boss! I never have much self-confidence but it’s always at a low when it’s in some kind of situation like this.
Anyway, half of their building is warehouse and the other half is an office. The entrance is through the warehouse, then as I went through I saw there were some tables with papers on them (I just glanced at them so I forgot what they said), I think there was a microwave and some cups. Then there was a room with a copy-machine (which was running without anyone being in there), possibly one room with the door closed, a room with the door open and a guy at his desk (who I asked about where to go), another bigger probably-a-meeting-room with another desk and a huge table (which was where we had the discussion). In the hallway was a couch with an endtable that had some pamphlets on it about what’s seemingly the other half of their job - half they deliver ads, half they cater to people wanting to get their ads made or delivered ; D
Anyway. The lady seemed really nice and normal over Email. Though that eased my fears initially, when you actually get there the fear crops up again… even though I made lots of mistakes and my brain froze quite a few times and I generally seemed really strange, nervous and probably stupid, I still get to try doing the job! (She asked me if it was difficult to find, and I didn’t know how to describe that right as you get off the bus there’s a sign that says the building name and points, literally at the bus stop… there was some big brain-freeze there… that was also the only point where I said something that she/anyone that day didn’t understand, I don’t know if it’s my fault or that she just doesn’t know there’s a sign at the bus stop, though it’s most likely mine lol).
But she was really patient and didn’t make fun of me or anything ;_; Even though I know even to myself that I came across as a weird crazy person. Sigh! But the whole thing was done in Swedish, that was good. She started out by talking slowly and sort of repeating herself a lot, but as I seemed to understand everything, she slowly turned into normal speech. I know she must deal with foreigners a lot, I mean you can even do the job if you only know English and no Swedish.
The only thing I actually didn’t understand was ”portkod” - I always forget that ”port” is a word for door (i only ever remember dörr). I understood it perfectly when she said it in a sentence, but then later it was just listed as one of the address lines on the paper I had to fill out and I forgot what it was… Anyway, it’s when you live in a dorm or apartment complex and you need a keycode to enter or call the person on the PA or whatever it’s called.
So anyway, when you go to any job interview, your ID is probably not even necessary (mine wasn’t, apparently that’s fairly normal) but make sure you know your address, personal number, bank name and bank code including ”confirmation number” (ex. my wife, her bank code is her personal number plus the ”confirmation number”). Well I anticipated needing to know the bank number but I planned from the beginning to ask if we can just use my wife’s bank account (since i don’t have a bank account and you get monthly fees with an account), turns out that’s completely okay. They’ll basically be sending me messages via SMS every so often, ex. to let me know where the wagon with the ads is in town, so I have to make sure my phone is always charged.
I’m going back on Thursday to sort ads for the first time, then Saturday/Sunday I’m going into town to deliver them (my wife will tag along on the weekend to help me a bit, I get lost around town since I never go there by myself). The first week is a trial period but you still get paid for that week. For me it’s much less about the payment (though that’s still nice of course!!) but way more about how I’ll finally have some kind of job experience in Sweden with references. The example salary was 200-300kr, but as they say, you can take more delivery areas and get more money later on if you want. Anyway, these guys even deliver stuff like voting info so they’re not strictly delivering ads exactly.
Well, after that we went to the hospital because my wife is volunteering to take part in a research study. I waited out in one of the hallways, which had an old (fancy) couch and a table with some lace on it and stuff. I just read “Little House on the Prairie” in Icelandic, and even though a bunch of staff members went back and forth (I was sitting across the hall from the door to their meeting room), only one person ever asked me what I was doing there. Most of the staff members I saw looked like they were young, male nurses, and every one I heard was -swedishswedish-, as in they seemed like they were raised here and had perfect, accentless, normal Swedish. As for the Icelandic, to my surprise I was understanding 90% of the book - sure, it’s written in simple language, but I definitely couldn’t understand that much of it a year ago… and this is even though I haven’t been even looking at or listening to Icelandic. It’s just through my Swedish improving.
dunno if i can do a bastu/sauna though… plus we’re poor so maybe we can only go if we apply for the travel stipend… i only saw this now, so i’ll ask my wife about it when she wakes up (as usual, i only managed to sleep like five hours, sob). but it sounds really awesome otherwise. and you can do real swedish things like “mushroom excursions”! ;_; even though i hate mushrooms i still want to do it!!
in general it seems like things like this are pretty common in sweden. like my wife went to a “writing camp” that was basically the same as this, one summer.
I think the most confusing of it all is when you go to say “I think/believe that…” and then you have to choose between tycker and tror. Since we don’t always use them in exactly the same way, or so it seems.
This is completely unrelated but I heard there’s a new Scandinavian version of some part of the Bible, that translates everything more like “If god had a son, and if he went to earth, then he could have been impaled” or whatever. Instead of stating it as fact, I mean. I already knew that’s how most Nordics view religion in general (“it’s not literal!”) but I thought it was funny when I heard that.
But we should bring back runes! Just imagine if China got a new religion forced on them and then they stopped using Chinese characters to write with. Geeze!! I keep thinking about this whenever I see graffiti for some reason.
a weekend-only job where you put ads in mailboxes. they asked if i can come in to meet with them today, but i said i can’t and so i hope i can come tomorrow or something.
i don’t know how it will go… well, it seems they’re used to english-speakers too. when i had that temporary job in iceland, it was really nice. when you’re out working you have lots of time to just think. you know, i wouldn’t mind counting the people who get on and off the bus forever. i guess i’m easily satisfied with some things. instead of thinking “i want a great job”, i think “i want to live in a great town or country” or “i want to have enough money to eat out twice a month” or something like that. putting up with rude customers or bad bosses, i think growing up in america gives you really good skills with that, that’s one thing i can say. though i still wouldn’t want to work at a grease joint, or with garbage or sewage or puke.
anyway, i hope it goes well… ahhh i’d better practice my pronunciation all day!! ;_; i wish i could work at a fish gutting factory. i saw a mink factory on tv and that looked interesting too, i would try working there if it didn’t mean LIVING there… i’m just a commoner who’ll never get anywhere, no need to pretend i’m anything else…
in other news, i ate “shrimp-crepes” for the first time. it’s shrimp with dill and some sort of sauce (i think it’s just like thickened cream, basically), wrapped up in a pancake. we just bought them frozen but they were good so now i want to make them too. the box claims they’re from france but i’ve seen so-called american stuff that’s definitely not american… (american-inspired, maybe)
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i also know a bit of faroese, icelandic, and japanese but my swedish is more advanced. i'm also into fandom and other things that i most likely won't talk about here. anyway, i'm a bit apathetic about this blog and tumblr in general.