I was one of two Hurricanes to hit Ireland the weekend before last.. just kidding , I don't say things like that. It seemed like a good one-liner to open things up with. Considering my week since, has been well...
Last I typed of the end to my nights shifting . Thursday evening I went in a wow to the Land of Ire to visit Ms. Josephine. The day I returned from Dublin was to be Tuesday, which was the day hurricane Ophelia happened and my flights were delayed. Two more days at home with Josephine in her full house.
A familiar friend in blogetry's past, she celebrated her 21st Birthday and a homecoming. THE WHOLE FAMILY was there. Precious. On route via Luas to the city centre, Josephine's mum wanted to review with her the names and ages of all her younger cousins . She is like their cool aunty travelling her way through adult hood and engineering a path for their greater good.
Prior to Opheila, Josie held my hand whilst I did my first open mic acapella. During Ophelia we binge watched the first season of Riverdale. Isn't it beautiful how you can go from global room mate hobo's to best friends.
WHILST LIVE STREAMING A HURRICANE.
"When life gives you lemons"
they say
Ummm if I have to make lemonade I like to see a formation of sugar , some of that really needs to be stirred into the mix. Alright alright. My sweet tooth thrives on ; love, pure human kindness, adventure, spontaneous Kurt Cobain portrait tattoo's .. kidding.
A wise human once said
"Treat yo' self"
Thursday was my Monday, 8am the day after landing. And overtime Saturday.
*gasps*
I SLEPT FOR 12 HOURS SATURDAY NIGHT. Today I'm sharing a big secret. Actually 2.
1. Double espresso
2. Don't keep secrets
The not so new job is muy bien.
Maybe this time next year I'll be writing a whole post en Español. ..If I can socialize like a people in the cafe.. I have the opportunity to be with co-workers whose first language is Spanish . ...yesterday I publicly embarrassed myself in the lunch room... I'll have to learn the word for laugh.
One word a day and with 365 I can at least be ,what I word dreamt up to be "Intentionable" .
; able to communicate ones intentions. Soley in context to/ in a situation involving one having to form a new understanding of communication with intent.
3. the secret question to elude to the answer of all life problems...
...Who are Merriam and Webster?
Intentional . Questioned yet again Sunday morning. My car was a scene of theft. That's what I shall call this strange occurrence. Not broken into because I leave my door unlocked (it's broken). And nothing I couldn't part with was taken. My mixtape, spare interior lights and glove compartment junk.
Tutela park area we have a curious cat in the neighbourhood. Possibly with ears on fire.
HA maybe I'll get exactly that tatted beside Kurt...
Wednesday . Today. (No hablar days of the week yet) Has been one full of wellness.
Next week I shall introduceeee
THE ONE THE ONLY SAFFRON .AND HER INTROSPECTION SINGLE RELEASE.
Happening at my place NOVEMBER 10th .
Until next time. Check deeeez out
https://www.boredpanda.com/hurricane-ophelia-ireland-reactions/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=AwkwardFamily
https://www.facebook.com/SaffronMusic97/
most missed track to car jam too <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv3RtBe6FGg
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
Wednesday, 11 October 2017
It's Wednesday?
This week is my last night shift. I woke up about an hour ago, after going to bed at 8:30am. Yesterday was less slumber-vesent as the first night shift always is. The worst part about this shift is that your body never gets quite used to it. I guess that is true for most irregular things we face.
The 11-7 week commences Sunday night and ends Friday morning. The whole Sunday day feels burdened by the 11pm hour. The fact that my bed has to wait all day expecting me to come back..
"The hardest goodbye and the best hello"
7am when the rest of the city is pressing snooze on their alarms, making coffee or turning the key in the top lock and leaving home. I am just barely leaving work. When I say that I mean I know I'm physically leaving but I'm not sure if I'm sleep walking ... and by the time of day that I am fully rested it's almost time to go back.
I keep saying..
"see you tomorrow"
"oh wait well today"
"like later tonight..wow"
The migration of bodies from the parking lot to security looks like a scene from the walking dead. Especially lately with the cold persuading the steps of every wearied or caffeined being. The fog thickly dancing around the light posts like a milky way . It was nice the other day when we had a full moon.
By this time in the week usually I'm JJUUSSSST getting used to it , finishing Thursday morning , realizing there is already only one night of it left . It's bitter sweet because I'm like yeah pfft night shifts got nothing on me , than Friday I basically sleep until Monday and wake up to work ..
Next week I start as a cleaner in the factory! I think Ferrero is actually my dream job. And I'm saying that without the influence of chocolate in my system. I made a vow to myself this week to not eat anymore chocolates.
But seriously this plant is very homey. My peoples who are in the same schedule rotation as me are like my second family. The amount of different cultures there feels like I travel around the world between lunch breaks.
Ideally I'll "work my way up " here. With this cleaning position I am full-time, benefitted , and on one straight shift. They also said the will be flexible with me when I have plans for study.
Every shift start's with a smile and usually end with one too.
The secret...Through the first set of doors, once one is officially in the plant, is the Nutella department. I come through the sliding doors and inhale until my better judgment tells me to stop...The roasted hazelnut smell should honestly be bottled and sold.
Rocher no. 5.
Eau De Ferrero
And of course I'm smiling on my way out, that's no secret. (I mean that in all the best ways)
I have been reading more about the Ferrero history too, in closing I'll leave you with these fun facts:
Ferrero-world wide produces about 365,000 tonnes of Nutella each year.
Ferrero also uses 25% of the global supply of hazelnuts.
(thanks wikipedia!)
Happy Wednesday :)
The 11-7 week commences Sunday night and ends Friday morning. The whole Sunday day feels burdened by the 11pm hour. The fact that my bed has to wait all day expecting me to come back..
"The hardest goodbye and the best hello"
7am when the rest of the city is pressing snooze on their alarms, making coffee or turning the key in the top lock and leaving home. I am just barely leaving work. When I say that I mean I know I'm physically leaving but I'm not sure if I'm sleep walking ... and by the time of day that I am fully rested it's almost time to go back.
I keep saying..
"see you tomorrow"
"oh wait well today"
"like later tonight..wow"
The migration of bodies from the parking lot to security looks like a scene from the walking dead. Especially lately with the cold persuading the steps of every wearied or caffeined being. The fog thickly dancing around the light posts like a milky way . It was nice the other day when we had a full moon.
By this time in the week usually I'm JJUUSSSST getting used to it , finishing Thursday morning , realizing there is already only one night of it left . It's bitter sweet because I'm like yeah pfft night shifts got nothing on me , than Friday I basically sleep until Monday and wake up to work ..
Next week I start as a cleaner in the factory! I think Ferrero is actually my dream job. And I'm saying that without the influence of chocolate in my system. I made a vow to myself this week to not eat anymore chocolates.
But seriously this plant is very homey. My peoples who are in the same schedule rotation as me are like my second family. The amount of different cultures there feels like I travel around the world between lunch breaks.
Ideally I'll "work my way up " here. With this cleaning position I am full-time, benefitted , and on one straight shift. They also said the will be flexible with me when I have plans for study.
Every shift start's with a smile and usually end with one too.
The secret...Through the first set of doors, once one is officially in the plant, is the Nutella department. I come through the sliding doors and inhale until my better judgment tells me to stop...The roasted hazelnut smell should honestly be bottled and sold.
Rocher no. 5.
Eau De Ferrero
And of course I'm smiling on my way out, that's no secret. (I mean that in all the best ways)
I have been reading more about the Ferrero history too, in closing I'll leave you with these fun facts:
Ferrero-world wide produces about 365,000 tonnes of Nutella each year.
Ferrero also uses 25% of the global supply of hazelnuts.
(thanks wikipedia!)
Happy Wednesday :)
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Poetic Interlude
When they speak so highly of you what do you hear?
"She's...
and finished..
then starting..
sure is.."
"He's got...
His new..
He's going places.."
I got this far
It could have been..
Money gets you ahead.
A head , full of what?
A heart must be present.
If I didn't have too I would never leave this place.
We're all doing it for the first time.
"Long story short"
"She's...
and finished..
then starting..
sure is.."
"He's got...
His new..
He's going places.."
I got this far
It could have been..
Money gets you ahead.
A head , full of what?
A heart must be present.
If I didn't have too I would never leave this place.
We're all doing it for the first time.
"Long story short"
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