We are currently living in Düsseldorf. It's a great city, with beautiful parks, beer gardens, and the Rhine. Aside from my asshole neighbors (see previous post), we really like living here. So, of course, we have to move. D'oh! RSW's job is doing some technical mumbo-jumbo at the facilities where her company makes doohickeys. So anyway, we're over here in Europe (hence the title of the blog...well at least the "in Europe" part...I'm an asshole on any continent) for a few years, and RSW's job means we move every 8 months or so to another place in Europe. Next up Nürnberg.
We went there last week to look for a place to live. The relocation consultant had the personality of a slug, and was quite possibly dumber than the aforementioned slug. I won't bore you with specifics, but suffice it to say that we didn't come back from N-berg feeling good about our approaching relocation. Plus, the idea of living in Hitler's little playground doesn't actually appeal to my Jewish ancestry...Ok, so nowadays I'm more Jew-"ish" than Jewish, but still, as far as assholes go, good ol' Adolf definitely has to top the list.
Unfortunately, we don't really have a say in where we go (or when we go, for that matter), so we try and make the best of it. Our requests were fairly reasonable: A house (or apartment) with a kitchen (see previous post), that accepts dogs. Not too hard right? So why does our fucktard of a relo consultant take us to see not one, but two places that don't have kitchens??? Aaargh!
Since I can't punch her in the face, I have to calmly explain to her the need for a kitchen. Again.
Fuck.
We went there last week to look for a place to live. The relocation consultant had the personality of a slug, and was quite possibly dumber than the aforementioned slug. I won't bore you with specifics, but suffice it to say that we didn't come back from N-berg feeling good about our approaching relocation. Plus, the idea of living in Hitler's little playground doesn't actually appeal to my Jewish ancestry...Ok, so nowadays I'm more Jew-"ish" than Jewish, but still, as far as assholes go, good ol' Adolf definitely has to top the list.
Unfortunately, we don't really have a say in where we go (or when we go, for that matter), so we try and make the best of it. Our requests were fairly reasonable: A house (or apartment) with a kitchen (see previous post), that accepts dogs. Not too hard right? So why does our fucktard of a relo consultant take us to see not one, but two places that don't have kitchens??? Aaargh!
Since I can't punch her in the face, I have to calmly explain to her the need for a kitchen. Again.
Fuck.
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