Woah, its a nice, quiet, stress less Sunday. Perhaps even the most peaceful I have had since I came in Vienna on 1. of September.
Many things happened since I last wrote. I haven’t been able to write, because when I am under a lot of stress, writing is the last thing I want to do. Writing on my blog can be a luxury sometimes.
So what’s happening?
Well, first of all, University started…
Like, for good…
And we are proceeding pretty fast… Like last Friday, I even had to build my first particle detector, out of a coffee can:
Nerd level: 9999
Yeah, I needed to solder the electronic parts together to form this circuit. OMG, I hope we NEVER EVER have to solder again! It took me 3 hours to complete!
Anyways, hopefully at least university is going well this time.
The thing that is not going that well, as it has always been, is my ability to hold a job ლ(｡-﹏-｡ ლ)
I will explain…
On my previous post I apparently wrote about how well is my current job as an Au Pair, by that Austrian family… it turned out, I judged TOO EARLY. ( p′︵‵。) (wtf with Austrian families btw? It ALWAYS turns out to be the same shit!)
Actually my life has been a living HELL, since I have moved to that house. I have never, ever thought, that a person would be so mad, without any apparent reason, at me and that I would be in a constant stressed mode, like ALL of the time.
I was even afraid to write about it on my blog, because it was such a horror. Am not even exaggerating. Actually, I have always been afraid to talk about bad stuff happening to me, because it’s like releasing that negative energy out there, exposed to everyone that happens to read them. So on one hand, I don’t want to write them down, and on the other hand, I do want to document any kind of experience, either bad or good, cause it’s something I will reflect back in the future (possibly) and maybe like (hopefully), inspire other people, who happened to have similar experiences, to not to be afraid to talk about them.
Because I don’t want to overwhelm you, I will be posting them in parts.
1. Throwing the food away
So my first shock came when I had to cook the little girl’s a dinner meal, after her school activities. And I usually ask the family first, what I should cook her, because at first I don’t know what she likes/dislikes. She gave a first disregarded look and exclaimed that I should be the one who decides. (・_・ヾ At that point I was really perplexed, because I am used to by my previous family in Switzerland, to be given an idea, what I should cook for dinner and I would execute it at best.
So ok I thought, I will put my imagination as to what a 6 year old would like. By the way, all these things are happening at her presence. Because she isn’t working or missing out of home. SHE IS THERE with her kid and I have to serve them.
I opened the refrigerator and saw some chicken nuggets. So, I thought OK, I will cook some of them with french fries. Any kid likes to eat this!
So I gave my best effort and made sure it was enough for her. I cooked it. I put it on the plate and brought it to the girl, only to get a whine that she doesn’t want to eat it (;¬_¬) And let me tell you, this kid is so spoiled, she gets anything with a little whine and denial.
So her mother was now kind of annoyed at this point and I was asking myself what’s next, do I need to make another dish? So she went annoyed to the kitchen and ordered me to throw away the food I prepared, as she opened the stove to cook something herself. (⊙_☉)
I don’t know if you know, how it feels to prepare a meal and then still warm, throwing it away.. First of all, I would have eaten it, if I wasn’t a vegetarian. Secondly, who on their right mind wants to throw away any UNTOUCHED food?
I don’t want to discuss even the humiliation that this incident made me feel, because it brings back memories that I otherwise want to discard from my mind.
The incident of throwing away food happened more than once, so slowly I was getting used to feeling useless.
And it was just the beginning.
By the way, I am now finally away from that family and happy for once in my OWN room. I might not live in the most prestige neighborhood of Vienna, but at least I have my conscious and heart at peace.
And in fact, I live in a very lovely neighborhood as well, without the hustle and bust of tourists!
The view from my window. Not bad, no? ｡^‿^｡