AM I BEING USED AS BAIT?
As I've just started working a few shifts at one of the local pubs my life pattern has changed dramatically from the previous "gym sessions at 6.30, bed at 10, regular meals" to, well, no real pattern or routine at all. Ironically I've realised that even though I always used to think that I'm a night person, it turns out that I'm in fact a morning person. Or maybe I'm just getting old...?
Luckily, as the new barmaid I feel that I've got hired plainly because of my skills. Or have I? After my first trial shift (that was filled with hilarious men shouting things about IKEA, playing ABBA on the jukebox and wanting to learn rude Swedish words) my manager (also a woman) said that I'd fit in perfectly on their team. Now, a few shifts in, I'm suddenly not Frida anymore- I'm "Lovely Frida From Sweden". My manager's introduction tends to be "Have you met Lovely Frida From Sweden? Play her some ABBA! Give Frida a wave boys!"
After a couple of incidents, such as a man the same age as my dad "accidentally" slapped my behind, I suddenly remembered the easiest way to fend off anyone who associates Sweden with anything else than ABBA, IKEA or Sven- Göran Eriksson. Here's the secret: if you say that you're a feminist or a law graduate, that's enough for most men (apart from the good ones of course ;) In fact, it's one of the best ways to differ the fabulous from the hideous) to run miles in fear. From my own research I know that that's put most men off in the past. And apparently it still works! Ahh the fear in the alpha male's eyes..... It never fails to amuse me.
Luckily, as the new barmaid I feel that I've got hired plainly because of my skills. Or have I? After my first trial shift (that was filled with hilarious men shouting things about IKEA, playing ABBA on the jukebox and wanting to learn rude Swedish words) my manager (also a woman) said that I'd fit in perfectly on their team. Now, a few shifts in, I'm suddenly not Frida anymore- I'm "Lovely Frida From Sweden". My manager's introduction tends to be "Have you met Lovely Frida From Sweden? Play her some ABBA! Give Frida a wave boys!"
After a couple of incidents, such as a man the same age as my dad "accidentally" slapped my behind, I suddenly remembered the easiest way to fend off anyone who associates Sweden with anything else than ABBA, IKEA or Sven- Göran Eriksson. Here's the secret: if you say that you're a feminist or a law graduate, that's enough for most men (apart from the good ones of course ;) In fact, it's one of the best ways to differ the fabulous from the hideous) to run miles in fear. From my own research I know that that's put most men off in the past. And apparently it still works! Ahh the fear in the alpha male's eyes..... It never fails to amuse me.
BEFORE AND AFTER
When I visited Emma in Boise we all felt that we needed a bit of hair and nails to be done. Here are some before and after pics....
Emma before.....
Emma before.....
Emma after. (Oh and by the way- this is after they put lowlights in her hair, aka made it darker. Fascinating...)
Frida before....
Frida after.
Nicki before the DogSPA....
Nicki after the DogSPA. The taxi driver seemed to think I had slight issues. First, because I wanted to take Nicki to a "SPA." Second because I spoke English to him but insisted on speaking Swedish to Nicki, then translating what I'd just said. It makes sense really, since Nicki was raised as a Swedish dog. At least that's what I think...
Btw- you know you've failed when your dog smells better than you. Nicki smelled like flowers for days afterwards. Look at him pose. You can tell Emma's his mummy...
Frida before....
Frida after.
Nicki after the DogSPA. The taxi driver seemed to think I had slight issues. First, because I wanted to take Nicki to a "SPA." Second because I spoke English to him but insisted on speaking Swedish to Nicki, then translating what I'd just said. It makes sense really, since Nicki was raised as a Swedish dog. At least that's what I think...
Btw- you know you've failed when your dog smells better than you. Nicki smelled like flowers for days afterwards. Look at him pose. You can tell Emma's his mummy...
