Now me being in Norway don't really say much, does it? Okay, so it's clear that I'm in the actual country, but where exactly? The answer is Alta. Alta is a small city on the tip of Norway, about a two hour drive from Hammerfest (which is the northernmost town in the world), so that should give you a clue. If not, look it up on a friggin' map. To be specific, we are staying at my dad's place. He resides about 10 minutes from the center of Alta (by car). It's sorta on the countryside. The view is great: mountains surround us and the Altafjord is right in front of the house. Nothing to complain about when it comes to visuals. TV reception and internet access however, isn't all that great. The internet works fine for surfing, but not much more. We get the basic TV channels (dodgy image quality from time to time though, because the TV signal is blocked by the mountain(s)). Because of this we read to entertain ourself. It's all good though. Reading is good for you! Thus it must be good for us too. So far I've exploited Elf secrets with Artemis Fowl and done the Reapers work on Discworld. If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about - google it. Okay then. You now know a lot about my whereabouts and what I do. I think I've supplied you with enough information, so let's move on.
One of my best friends, a person who goes by the name Joel Francis Peart, decided to go visit me in June. I honestly wasn't sure if he would actually come, but he did. Me and him did fish a lot (and we actually caught quite many fishes), we watched football (that's not normal for me!), and generally had a good time. Unfortunately my work prevented me from spending a lot of time just doing fun stuff, but I like to think he had a good time here anyway. He also ate some Norwegian specialities. I also like to believe he enjoyed them. He stayed here for about a week, then he left for Finland by airplane. Thank you for visiting and please come again!
So my summer job then. Well, I work at ICA. It's a chain of supermarkets that operate in many of the Nordic countries. I don't run the shop or anything, I just sit at the counter most of the time, scan the products they buy, and ask them for money and if they want the receipt and a bag. That's it, really. Occassionally I fill the store shelves with products and so on. I'm the stereotype salesclerk. It's an okay summer job though. It really is. Maybe mainly because of a good work atmosphere - my colleagues and I get along well. It's also fun to see the different kind of people that come to the shop - you have the granny that ALWAYS needs to get the receipt, you have the families with kids always begging for candy and new comic books, you have the drunks who only come in to buy beer, you have the foreigners who don't know how to speak English and talk to you in their native tongue, hoping that you understand what they say. These are just a few of the shop stereotypes. Of course we also have the occassional underaged kid who comes in trying to buy beer or tobacco. We try prevent them from getting their greasy hands on "the forbidden fruit".
That's all for now. I don't want to write a novel tonight. Main point - we are havin a good time, and it's going to be bitter to leave.
