Cursed! (and going crazy)

So yesterday, my cat attacks me… to the point where I now look like Buffy the Vampire slayer and I’ve just survived a brawl with a demon. And today, I spill boiling water on my thigh! Yeah, so either someone’s thinking about me a LOT or I’m just plain cursed.

I also spoke with the company in Ireland who’s looking to hire me a server, and the more I talk to them the more I think it’s a bad idea to go with them. I mean sure, they’re a prestigious company and all, but they’re expecting me to sign a one year contract and I’m just not sure I can commit to that position in one month. So now I have to decide, how much do I really want to be there in the summer. I need to talk to someone about this, someone who’s moved countries for work, and I need some advice.

I wanted to find work before I even thought about flying over there because I didn’t want to be there for weeks or a month without a job, and I thought that if I get something like this server job even just to start with then I could cover my ass and still go around and find something that resembled what I’ve been studying in school. But after talking with them today, it sounds like I wouldn’t be able to do that until after a year.

I will be able to get another year long working visa after the first year, but what are the chances that I will be able to survive on a server’s wages in the year that I’m there? What if after that year, I can’t find another company to work for that will hire me as a management trainee and be convinced to sponsor me to live there for longer than a year? Ahhh.. I’m going crazy.

Have any of you moved country on your own? How did you manage?

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  1. Ouch. The cat attacked you. Have you thought about declawing him/her? Ireland. Never been anywhere even remotely close to that location. I do have friends in Iceland. I was thinking about flyin out there just to experience some sort of culture shock.

  2. Awh April… thanks but it’s not the plethora of jobs in my industry that’s drawing me there. It’s the culture. lol I’m actually watching an Irish movie right now called, InterMission and I’m loving every miserable (the movie’s about losers living in Dublin) minute of it!

    I’m sure we’ll get to meet one day since I’m not planning on moving to Dublin forever… but yeah, I really don’t know about the server job.

  3. I know Bush is an a-hole, but you could always move to the States, lol. We have bad-ass places for you to work here in the hotel and restaurant management side of the business. Why move so far away? I haven’t even met you yet! No!!

    Okay, back to you. I was thinking the same thing as Greggy, but you know, if you know yourself, then do what you gotta do. I definately wouldn’t commit to a year though as far as the server job. Ew.

  4. Oh Greggy… I’m in love with the city. I’m in love with the culture right now. And yes, the initial thing that drew me to moving to Ireland was him. And I’d be lying if I said that it wouldn’t make a difference if he were there now or not but the truth is that I would still want to go, regardless. True it wouldn’t be as fun… but I do feel something pulling me there. I know that because of how often I talk about missing him and still wanting to be with him, it may seem hard to believe that. But this is something that I’ve been thinking about since I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do after I graduate.

    I’m not happy in Canada right now. I’m so depressed that I have trouble getting up in the mornings… I don’t know whether living in that city or living in that culture will make any difference, but I sure want to give it a shot.

  5. When I first read I thought “oh my poor friend, you’re not cursed… though the cat may be a little “disturbed.” Then I saw that you had burnt yourself and I though – “Ouch” – she is having a rough day! (and I hoped that it left nothing more than a passing sensation.)
    Then I read of Ireland, and I read again – and I thought, (I thought long and hard.) You know me… you know my feelings on “why would a man by the cow when the milk is free.”
    I’m trying to remember a time when any given pair of friends that I have known loved each other equally – absolutely equally. After a while my head hurt.. I’ve never seen it. (Close sometimes.)
    You know life really should be more like a Beatles song. Especially in matters of love. It really should be “That in the end the love you get is equal to the love you give.” It should be that way but it’s not.
    So you want to go to Ireland… to be with him. You’re willing to contract yourself out for a year if need be – just to be with him – (near him). Wait – that’s the problem in my mind with this. If you cross the oceans to be with him, why, oh why can’t this man find a way to shelter you? … to share his bed? (If it were an equal love I really think he would find a way.) But…
    Sigh… (Reggy it’s time you stepped back and really looked at this picture.)
    I know I’m in the dog house now… well I’ll be there then, but honestly Reggy unless the love is balanced – it’s just about the price of milk.

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