So girlish

Yesterday I had such a girlish day. I always wished I was a boy, but sometimes I get remained how fun it can actually be being a girl. I had to kill my Valentine's Day demons...and though I was a bit afraid of the atmosphere in the city I went out with Marketa. To my surprise, even though it should be celebrated, this day seems to have absolutely no relevance here. Other than some guys with flowers there was absolutely nothing organised...which of course pleased me. The weather was unbelievably nice and we wanted to go to the beach, but we ended up by drowning in shopping...and maybe we exaggerated a bit...at least I did.

The day continued in the same way...by dyeing Marketa's hair.

And we ended the night with an Erasmus party, where I was lucky to meet some of my classmates and former classmates like Christoph and Romaine.

Today it's snowing...typical Danish weather...you never know what you're going to get the next day. Fits right?!

Weekend

The moment when you acknowledge the true meaning of what weekend is, becomes a moment that will stay with you forever. From that point on everything becomes routine, so the feeling will not be present anymore.

I didn't wake up late, but I woke up later than the previous week (4 in the morning), so I really felt like I was sleeping forever. No more insomnia for me...just deep sleeping and beautiful dreams.

Working class hero in Aarhus

My first week of work in Denmark is over. Tomorrow I will finally wake up at a normal hour, not 4 o'clock in the morning, and enjoy my breakfast. I never thought I would say this, but I have to start learning more. Physical labour is ten times worse than mental labour. I would rather stay 10 hours locked in an office thinking about projects or doing whatever, than cleaning a 3-floored large building in 3 hours. I feel the stress double from all the others jobs I had till now, not only because I wake up earlier than ever, but also because you have to finish in a given time and make it shine. The good part is that I get to experience this and start to see things a bit differently. I never knew that a cleaning job could do that to me. Anyway, I will keep on doing it till May. I also solved the problem with my taxes here. They have a difficult to understand, but very helpful social system. They pay taxes according to their revenue. The more you earn the more you pay for tax. Taxes are 8%, 38% or 60%. A person who starts working for the first time or earns very little, gets only 8% (which is the mandatory health insurance) taken out of the revenue. When you reach a specific amount taken out of your revenue through taxes, you pass to the 38% and so on. Usually, people with two jobs or money both from school and a job have 60% taken. For now I am on the 8% scheme. So, I will earn from cleaning 3 hours/day almost double to what I was earning at home for sitting 8 hours/day at the office. But I swear this is 10 times more stressful and I feel 10 times more tired. Working conditions are good though and they care about employees. We have almost everything we need to make cleaning easier (or I hope we will soon have). I will see in time how this whole thing goes, especially from the employer-employee perspective.