Better late than never

I am really sorry, I haven't even remembered that I still have a blog! Whoops.

I think it's finally time to look what's real; me becoming a guide is seriously taking a d-tour to the bartending, since I am no longer just an extra. This has been the deal for over half a year, my trial period has ended some time ago, so I'm literally part of the dream team.

I'm sure, that someday I will become a wilderness guide, but I'm pretty young, so I still have time to change my mind about everything like thousand times. I think of my life like I would be a Sims-character; I have bigger and smaller dreams and hopes, which I pursue if I can; timing, experience and my will are the things that matter.

Bar tending gives me so much. I'm part of the dream team, I learn new things on daily basis. Latest, most interesting thing was whiskey tasting, which I have never seen or been part of before. I'm a lucky person for being able to do something that doesn't feel like a work. One of my favorite customers (although could be considered as a decoration) said the best compliment in my books; everyone who come and see me working can say that I love my job, no doubt.

I've had one panic attack this spring. Considering how much under stress I have been, I consider it a win; just one! I also applied to study bartending. I will learn more about my so called weaker spot; drinks. Working in a bar which main product is beer and whiskey, you don't remember drinks that well, so I wish to add my knowledge. 2,5 and few moths more behind. Small pieces of happiness; I get tickets worth 5 € which I can use in cultural and physical tings like gym, cinema, some fun parks etc.

I also have my first paid vacation. First one ever. Okay, technically I had paid leaves in my time in factory, but I mainly used them so I could pay rent, so I had "vacations" on weeks I didn't have work. But I could be called in later that week, so I and my boss worked them out afterwards. So it wasn't real vacation. Now I can relax. Two weeks in August, first week in Germany, small town of Wacken. Metal festival I have been waiting for a year! My weird Wacken-dreams have arrived already.

So that's what's up with me. I'll try my best to write more. But then again this reflects me the best, having times when I write a lot and then silence.