Friday Night in Copenhagen
Sept 22, 2005
I used to work on the websites for major international brands like Esprit, Patagonia, Hallmark, and iwon. Now I'm working for a tiny Danish t-shirt printing company.
The pay is crap, but at least I have no expenses. My lodging and food in super-expensive Denmark is all being paid for.
I'm back to working 12-hour days again. In Africa it felt I was really living and enjoying life - now it's back to work, work, work, with only occasional moments of living life.
My second Friday in Denmark, I leave work at 9:30pm. I'm working in downtown Copenhagen, but living 30 minutes outside of town. I have to make the last train at 10:45pm. Fuck. There are few things I despise more than having to leave a party early. There is some consolation though - I've already decided that tomorrow I'll skip the last train and just party all night.
With 1 hour and fifteen minutes until my train I have just enough time to have a quick hotdog for dinner followed by two beers. I head into a super-trendy bar for the beer. it seems that most things in Copenhagen are super-trendy. Sitting there, gulping my beer, and looking around the bar I feel the peer-pressure building. It's that trap - "If only my shoes were nicer, maybe that hot chick would be looking at me." Fuck that. I can't get caught again in the fashion trap. Fashion requires money, which requires a real career and entails having lots of possessions. I feel the temptation, but I know that I'm much happier with nothing. One t-shirt should really be all I need - well, 2. I do now work for a t-shirt printing company and took one from stock.
The bar is super-trendy, but I don't know if I'm really that impressed with Denmark's version of trendy. The bar patrons have really bad hairdo's, and they're playing Michael Jackson's "Beat It".
Denmark summary by a Dane -- "It's too bad we have to get falling down drunk before we're willing to talk to one another."
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