Let me tell you about my day yesterday. Ever since I quit my job, I have actually worked more than in the months I had a full-time job, believe me...
It's crazy at the moment, but a great crazy and preferable to the monotonous everyday life.
Aaaaanyway, yesterday. I had many plans and wanted to traipse round all the official offices like the work agency and the health insurance office to get everything covered, so I wandered off and soon, rather too soon for my roughly steeled nerves which I had anticipated were needed when consulting any of these offices, everything was settled and I was only left to do what I dreaded most - buying a pair of jeans.
Honestly, there is NOTHING more terrible than buying jeans, is there? It is a deeply humiliating, eye-opening, sweat and tear-involved, and mostly fruitless, undertaking. Still, I desperately needed a pair, as we are soon to be heading off on our journey and I need a good pair of jeans for that - six to eight weeks in a car is nothing where you wear tights and dresses, as I usually do. So, jeans it had to be.
Panic slightly pumping up, I steeled myself anew and marched to the nearest shopping centre. I saw the H&M sign and wanted to hurl and decided I didn't want to buy H&M jeans. I don't want to put H&M down and I shop there quite often, but there is nothing more terrible than their jeans. They're tight, fit badly and are terribly over-priced for not really being wearable, so I decided I could put a little more money into the whole matter, but at least wind up with a pair I would actually wear.
So, I went into S.Oliver and immediately turned around, as I didn't want to spend THAT kind of money, seriously... Then I spotted Peek & Cloppenburg and remembered that besides the expensive stuff, they also have reasonably priced items there, and it might be sale...
And it was! Can you believe it? I went upstairs to the cheaper stuff and what did I behold? A table packed with jeans and a huge SALE sign above it. I nearly started crying. Now, I was only praying there were sizes left that would fit me because sales and me don't work well together as I am an averagely fat person. Neither am I thin enough to fit the small sizes left by everyone else, nor fat enough to go to the next section, in short, I wear sizes most women wear.
Still, I found a pair of jeans pretty quickly, but it didn't end there. In total, I found THREE pairs of jeans that actually fit, were reasonably priced (due to the sale) and didn't made me hurl when I had to pull them up my feisty thighs. Eureka! I added some pics below so you can admire my bargain.
It was the first time since A&F that jeans-shopping didn't want me to commit suicide and I am writing this wearing one of them, so, success!
I was truly happy to have found a fitting pair, as it is high-time to get on with our trip and I will tell you why. Innsbruck is not a big city and, inevitably, you meet people and as I am not the most sociable person (which is a nice term for highly prejudiced and hardly forgiving), I don't enjoy the most encounters I have with other people (in the street, I mean). Well, yesterday, I had six of them. Thankfully, I could dodge four of them and the other two were pleasant enough as I like the people. Seriously, first I met a girl I once had a loose friendship with during a dance camp, then I met a former school colleague and then, most dreaded of all, a former student of mine. In the book store I met aforementioned two friends with whom I had a lovely chat before seeing one of my other school's colleagues cycling past me on the way home (by then I was wearing a hood, so she didn't see me). Of course it is nice to know people, I guess, still, I am looking forward to living in a big city once more where hardly anyone knows me (goodness, that must sound horrible to all of you, but I don't mean it necessarily that way, but who of you can tell me there isn't this one person you dread meeting in the streets?)
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