The K and I

K-Girl, my precious to the left.



Here's the extract from my old home page, about this wonderful girl - and the problematics of Christmas when you're unemployed.

"It's hard to be an accomplished individual these days. You have to wear the right clothes, drive the fastest cars, have the phattest girl on the block, preferably not be the fattest guy on the block, and you must have a job. You have to have a job. I'm trying. If not for the money, then for the feeling of satisfaction over a job well done. Which brings us back to the original problem - you have to have a job first. Every time Christmas rolls round the bend, I think about sinking as low as getting a job at Mac Donald's. The only thing that has stopped me is the video they show you on the first day. You are placed in a little room, with a big television, and a one-hour video on the importance of customer satisfaction. I haven't seen this for myself, but I've heard stories of Ronald MacDonald's head spinning round and round, while he repeats "The customer is always right!" Wiiiiiirr! "The customer is always right!" Wiiiiiirr! "The customer is always right!" At some point in time you expect him to break out the pea soup, but he never really does. My issue is that I just don't have that one hour to waste on a video that tells you that you are not good enough unless you wear that M seal of approval.

I might not have any fancy M's or diplomas that officially establish my success as an individual. But I do have the K-girl seal of approval. And at the end of the day, that's good enough for me. You don't know who K-Girl is? I'll tell you. K-Girl is Finnish. Finnish people are known for their drinking habits and their skills in knife wielding. Every self-respecting Finnish family has something known as a sauna in their back yard. This is where they 'hang out' or 'Koskenkorvar' as it is called in Finnish. The Finnish family enters this little shack after the evening drink and the traditional rolling in snow. They then proceed to mercilessly beat each other with little clusters of sticks. Why they do this is a mystery, since they speak a language no other country speaks or cares to understand.

K-Girl came to Sweden to learn the language. I, being the Good Samaritan that I am, took her in, in exchange for half my rent. Judging by what I had heard of her sort, I thought that she might be perfect as a conversation piece, should I and my friend ever decide to throw a party. And perhaps, perhaps if I were lucky, she would build a little sauna in my backyard. No such luck. What I got instead was a friend for life."

This was, of course, before I cut my hair (metaphorically) and got a job (wishing it were metaphorically).

Oh Nightshift, how I loathe thee.