It's been a weird week. Monday was pretty grim feeling all sad and poo. Tuesday wasn't much better and I forgot the PIN for my bank card which meant deciding between buying a scarf (because seriously, my body really isn't coping) or buying some food with the little money I had left. I bought food (obviously) and then moaned about it to Mumma on Skype. I found my PIN in the end (yayy!) and wrote it in my phone and on Wednesday I walked to the bank after work. Except my phone died at 20% and ohmygod it's annoying me even as I write this but seriously WHY?!! I tried twice at the ATM and then tried to turn my phone on. It worked and then it died again and I cursed (so many times) at my own stupidity and the deadweight in my hand. I should know by now never to hold any trust in my iPhone. I walked home and passed another ATM and tried one more time and holy moly thank fuck it worked because after that I was in the best mood ever AND I got the keys to my new apartment too!!
On Thursday I put my first design (!!) on to a spec sheet to give to the pattern-maker and later in the day when she was ready I went down to explain my drape to her and we made do with broken English and the worst level of Spanish vocabulary imaginable. I'M SO EXCITED!! It just seems so crazy to me that in a few days my drawing will have been made into a actual, wearable sample! Ok so I am a little nervous because what if it comes back super weird and not at all as I wanted it to look like because maybe my drawing skills suck or maybe it's not the right style for corporate design or maybe the pattern-maker only pretended to understand me like I was kind of pretending I could understand her?! Oh lordie. Ok seriously, this will not kill my happy vibes right now, we'll just have to wait and see about this one..
Yesterday was kind of another bum day and Elin and I were waiting all day (and the day before) to present our concept board to the bosses but they were constantly in meetings and fitting and it just never happened. I've been told to get used to this* here but I guess I already am. It's funny how the slower pace of living here kind of extends into the workplace too - even in fashion! I guess it's much better than the alternative. But it means that we can't really move on with anything until our research is OK'd by them and the next earliest time that's available to present to them is next Thursday. UGH.
* The whole interview process (mostly via Skype) took almost 2 months since my first meeting with Inditex HR!! I had about 5 interviews which were all exactly the same except with different people and at one point they cancelled on me 3 times in a row (!!) last minute because of people being stuck in meetings. AND one time they cancelled on me because they finish early on Friday in the summer months and they were all leaving the office for the beach already!! I mean.. "Welcome to Zara" is what the others told me.
In the morning, however, I did experience my first oh-for-fucks-sake-shitting-balls moment since moving here. For some unbeknown reason well beyond any logical person's understanding, the banks here are only open between 8.30am and 2pm and are closed all weekend which makes it virtually impossible to go without missing the bus to work. When we first set up our accounts we had the whole morning to do so (with HR there translating for us) and luckily I was doing my in-store training that week so I just crossed the road and went straight back to work. But after that we have to go back to pick up our bank cards and I'd been putting it off for a while since the last time Harley, Gosia and Kaska went they incurred so many problems and it took so long to go through everything that they were so late and had to take a taxi (for 20€) in to work. The others told me it wouldn't be so bad for me if I made sure I was the first in the queue so yesterday I finally made my way to the bank with Vic and we were waiting outside at 8.25am for it to open. We were told to take a seat at the desk and wait for the lady to come down and sort everything out. Except they didn't come down until 8.45am (the bus leaves the nearest stop at 8.55am) and I only managed to get out at 8.56am. Ohmygod I was so stressed watching the clock every second and there was a HR person there helping someone get her cards who told me to run for the bus and if I miss it I'd have to take a taxi. Vic already left a couple of minutes before me and she just managed to catch it. But I could see it pulling out already and it was coming towards me a lot faster than the speed I was running. I cursed out loud and then a gazillion times in my head and considered not even going into work I was so pissed. It's such a stupid and trivial thing but I was so stressed and angry and feeling sick and hot and gross and sweaty I didn't really cope very well. I turned around and saw the HR lady walking towards me and I guess I didn't hide the fact that I was close to tears so good and she came over and told me that I could get a ride with someone she had to meet who would be driving in to work around 9.30am. So she told me to get a coffee and they'd come and pick me up when they were ready. I asked Elin to tell Annalisa I'd be late in because the bank fucking sucked and calmed myself over a coffee and my first churro.
In other news, I somehow manage to sleep until 11 or 12am on the weekends (which is kind of drastic for someone who is used to naturally waking at 7 or 8am) and I'm supposing it's just my body still adjusting to working and late dinners and going to bed around 1am every night (which is equally as drastic for someone who is usually in bed by 11pm) and perhaps being sick this week hasn't helped. I'm taking this weekend to fully recuperate so I'll be able to muster the energy for next week's probable rollercoaster when I'll have my first garment and apartment to look forward to! Eeeeee!!