Smoking, Stockings, Stairs and Gay Guys

Hi everyone, I hope your all enjoying your heat wave in Australia, I'm still wearing my shorts and thongs here, although absolutely no one else is. Hope life is well with everyone at home, and that you are all up to very exciting things.

Well it's been an eventful few days I can tell you all. I've got a long term job woo hoo, they proposed 3 months to me, but I am NOT staying in the city for three months. It's been two weeks, and thats too much. So I'm not sure how long I'll stay there but it will be at least a month to make some money. I start Monday. It's at a teachers university called St Pats College. Just office work, but it looks like a really nice place, and it's about a 30 min walk from my hostel, or a 10min bus ride, so thats cool. Still in a suit, still looking swanky, still living out of a backpack!

Next weekend I'm going out to the countryside for a nice hike around the so called mountains here (more like hills). I'm over the people and the cigarettes. Everyone smokes, and blows it in your face, and are really rude about it. Cigarette butts are all over the street, and all my clothes stink of smoke just by walking down the street, yuck.

I'm having fun in my hostel, being in the staff room is great, I feel a little more a ease with it. Things I like about my hosel:
- I have a bottom bunk, woo hoo they are so precious here and I've got one it's brilliant
- The staff are great, they all hate the work but love the people
Things I don't like:
- I have to go up 61 steps to go to bed each night
- The cards in the place loose their magnetic charge really quickly and you can't get back into your room, I got caught out in bare feet and little clothing the other day and had to run down the street to reception to get my key charged, not the greatest idea at 10pm in cold dublin.
- Cold showers, no one needs that.

Friday night my friends and I went out on the town and found ourselves at a gay bar, very interesting night. Gay people are hilarious, and very random. I had to ask a staff member if there were female toilets in the building because the bar is just for guys. Dumb question I know, but made the attendant laugh a lot. The club lets gay guys and any girls in but strait boys are not supposed to go in. They get around this (why a strait guy would want to go in is beyond my reason but anyways) two girls would escort one strait guy in, they never questioned it. I met some very interesting guys and everything I said was foot in the mouth, but they loved it. I've met a great range of people here, it's brilliant, but missing my loved ones at home.

I've realised here all the ladies wear stockings, I now know what the guys fascination with stockings are here, and I'll have to find myself a pair!!(You have to come to the country to know the secret) And martin, there is underwear here that geoff could easily swallow, so that makes sense too!

Everything I know about the country of UK and Ireland is from Bridget Jones, not an ideal model to follow but it's piss funny when stuff happens and it's like bridget's life, I love it.

Thats enough rambling for a Sunday afternoon, think of me tomorrow morning going to my new job! Don't forget to make some comments on my blogs so I can read what you are all thinking about the clueless aussie lost in a world of green and wet!!

luv y'all

Carmen
xxxooo