Yes, employed

The longest week ever has finally passed and I am in my first official weekend. That feels good.

Every city has its own system. I can't find a house or an apartment in Houma to rent with my experience in Gothenburg, St.john's or Tehran. I am disappointed to be able to find a decent apartment here. There is nothing.

I got my first check and I put it under my pillow as a friend of mine suggested. He said it takes a week to be doubled and I was so proud of him because he asked me if I am happy instead of asking the value of my check. I hate when people even the closest ones like my mom ask my salary. She never does though. I mean it’s a very personal question; I never dare to ask anybody. Even when they ask mine I am shy to ask them back or to say it’s not any of your business. I would tell if I wanted to. It’s kind of funny and I hate to say that it’s all about Iranians but when I said I found a job to any of my friends if my salary wasn’t the first question, it was definitely the second one.

Anyways, I bought a bunch of flowers for my land lady. No more people are around to celebrate with. I wish I could buy something for my parents.

My boss gave me a task which I really didn’t think it was easy but then he smiled at me and said:”You are still in kindergarten, babe, but we are gonna get you out of it”.

I attended to the mass this morning and I should confess that all religious ceremonies are extremely similar and stupid.