So, it’s an average of 12 degrees centigrade in the city I live in, we managed to have Half a day of sun yesterday! A whole half day! In central Europe it’s 35-40 degrees & they have had to open cooling shelters for the elderly & the young.

I took my sandals out of the closet & wore them around the house, around The House. Not outside. It’s pathetic. Last Summer we had sun the whole Summer & now all we have is another week worth of rain. This morning there was thunderstorms & torrential downpour. Summer where art thou?

On one hand it makes me kind of happy seeing all the tourists decked out in their heaviest clothes because it’s only 12 degrees here. It’s pretty funny how cold they think it is.

Anyway, I like the rainy days. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy what’s there.

I have had a debate with myself for the past week, where I was wondering if I would write about this or not. But I have decided I wanted to because how I was treated was despicable.

I had an interview for a local organization here in our city, I showed up 15 minutes early, because that’s what you do when you go to an interview. I sat there & sat there, until a unhappy woman showed up right at the time when my interview was supposed to start. Unprofessional.

We went to a meeting room & they asked me some basic questions, everything was okay for the first 2 minutes. Then they asked me some questions I was okay with but the woman who had other issues that she brought into my interview began cutting me off by saying that I wasn’t talking Fast Enough. What?

Unprofessional. Then I can’t complete full sentences, because the woman with the obvious outside issues in my interview won’t let me. I asked some basic questions about them & what they do.

After I left the interview I could hear them having a screaming match, something I have experienced before that I view as a saving grace. I wouldn’t want to have her as a boss. She kept me waiting & when the kind gentleman called & said I didn’t get the job-I had known it since the day of the interview.

As my friends have said, another door will open. It already has. No thanks to 3 months of my life wasted on something that obviously wasn’t worth it. Sometimes You Just Know. Trust your Gut.

So, it’s officially cruise ship season is here & it shows. The town is overrun by savants. I don’t mind them spending $$$ here but it is a bit much.

You hear little old ladies complaining that there feet hurt when they walk around in ballet flats & high heels. You’d think they never left their doorstep.

Then it’s the over dressed tourists or the once wearing rain gear from head to toe when the sun is out. They pack warm clothes when it’s 25 c out.

No, I no longer like summers in a tourist town. It’s a pain in the neck to get around & the buses they ride to & fro their ships create chaos on the narrow streets.

It’s all a bit much for me. The crowds & the idiots. Till next entry.