Woah! Time goes by so fast! I'm here to give you guys an update on what has happened in the past 1-2 months, damn, it's been a while
I'm kind of sick now so I'm dodging playing poker and having fun in StarCraft II (funny enough, I found two solid players from PokerStrategy.com and recruited 'em for my clan, one of 'em turns out to be a Black Member here - sick sick
Anyway, I'll give you an upside down update since the most interesting things happened most recently ♦ Oh and yes, since I'm known for being highly unprofessional (well at least I know myself for that ♦), I will cross my fingers I am not leaking out any info that wasn't supposed to be for the public ears, but meh, this is my blog, I restrict it from all the legal rules and complications ♦
Trip to Gibraltar
I applied for the English editor job thingy some month(s) ago and after passing all the possible crazy tests, including the FBI's famous "find the secret agent" and "defend yourself from a tank attack with the ace of spades and a three-leaf clover", the PokerStrategy.com guys decided I will most likely manage to survive the trip to their office in Gibraltar.
So yes, on last Sunday around 15h, I boarded the Croatian Airlines airbus something and flew to Barcelona. Waited a good 3.5h for my next flight, aka to Malaga. When we boarded the plane, I thought to myself freakin' finally I'm flying to Malaga!
But noooooo, the plane circled around the airport for like 30 minutes or more, at one point, I even began to doubt if they cheated us and we were actually on a bus airplane-look-alike and we would be driven to Malaga on the ground.
However, the plane thing finally jumped off the ground some 31 minutes later or more and I could safely conclude that I was indeed going to fly to Malaga.
Quest for the driver
At the Malaga airport I only knew that some guy from ps.com will wait for me and drive me to the hotel. So I walked to the main gate and saw lots of ppl with names written on a piece of paper, etc.
Like a monkey, I circled around 'em all to find my name, but nope, nothing
My mobile phone is crappy and old so my battery was dead, which made the situation oh so much more fun.
Like any Croatian would do - I calmly panicked. I thought to myself, if the guy is the company's chauffeur, he might be parked outside, waiting for me. So I went around the airport, checking out the cab drivers for any clues. Nothing...
Out of despair, I went to the only logical place I could go - back to the main exit of the airport. Now the doors are only for exiting, so I had to find my way back in. After successfully doing so, I went one step ahead and instead of just checking out the ppl holding names written on papers, I also asked some of them if they saw my name written anywhere or someone looking for me - as in it's so obvious to spot a person looking for Dendra because they are doing it so differently from the people who look for...other people.
Of course, nothing useful came out of my questioning, so I went outside again. Listened to some tourist guide give his speech to some rich white folks, then decided to return again inside the airport.
This time I got even braver and went for the security guards! No habla ingles! Damn it! But one of them 10 there actually spoke English and they all pointed their fingers to him. The guy told me that the people inside are taxi drivers for the people who ordered a ride somewhere, so my guy couldn't be there, but outside.
So I went outside and in the moment of my utter defeat and resignation in terms of figuring out a new way how to find my chauffeur, the guy comes from the darkness and goes like - are you Davor? (Dendra, that's me!)
And I'm like - Do I look like the only person who is looking for someone here - yes I do, so yes, it's me!!!!!!!
Drive to the hotel
Moments before the chauffeur found me, I managed to micro-manage my dead battery to send an sms to vali - "help me, I'm stranded in Malaga, black fat guys are looking to rob me, I don't know how much longer I can make it!!!"
So when the guy finally found me, I asked him to inform Vali I'm okay so he doesnt worry about his "precious" - and I threw in a bad imitation of smeagol's famous words "my preciousssss" ♦
So yes, the chauffeur pretty much had to face the reality that he had to pray for his life on the drive to hotel because behind his back will be seated an unknown Croatian who appears to be a lunatic, and you never know what'll happen when dealing with lunatics, right?
Oh yes, besides me, a Scottish guy was there as well. We pretty much stayed at the same hotel during our stay in La Linea - a city nearby Gibraltar. And by nearby I literally mean nearby because I had a 5-10min walk (max) to the border with Gibraltar.
I couldn't resist the temptation to torture the guy with bad jokes on Scottish people during our entire stay there (we stayed 'till Tuesday). As in - if men in Scotland wear skirts (kilts), what do the women wear? Or, since Braveheart failed to beat the English army, how do they like being British slaves since ever? And the Scottish guy goes - omg, we didn't lose to the English! - and I'm like Mel Gibson's face in the ending scenes of the movie begs to differ.
Ok he did shout freedom and all that, but he did die ♦ Ooops, sry for the spoiler if any of you haven't watched the movie - in that case, Braveheart doesn't die and he lives happily ever after in a gay marriage with King Richards or whoever he found the most attractive.
Oh yes, this was supposed to be about our ride to hotel - the car was AWESOME. Now I'm not into cars, I don't suffer for sports cars, I don't care about it - but damn, the car, well more like a van I guess or whatever, it was damn good feeling riding in it, such a smooth ride - smooth would be the best word to describe it.
When the chauffeur dropped us off, he realized he has to return the car and go home on his motorbike - which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't raining in Spain!
Yes, so much about the sunny Spain - I personally thought I ended up in England, or even worse, Scotland! All the rain , damn, that didn't look like Spain at all (ok the Spanish language spammed everywhere on the streets made it less likely I was in UK, but still...)
It ain't fun if you do it right
The next morning I got ready for the interview - aka I lifted my ass from the bed, put on some clothes and gogogo. At the same time, the Scottish guy was leaving his room as well, all dressed up in a business suit, fancy lookin, highly professional outfit ♦
And he looks at me, my casual clothes (ok I had trousers and shoes which are actually a mixture of shoes and tennis shoes), and screams - F*** I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN THE SUIT.
Funny thing, a guy in suite looking up to me as the role model on how to dress for a job interview ♦ After a few soothing words that he looks just fine, we were ready to walk our way to the ps.com office.
During the short walk to the border he remembered he forgot something so we pretty much split apart, as I needed to get their earlier than he did. So yes, I had the google map with me, the route to the border went smoothly, it seemed like a piece of cake trip to the office - what could possibly go wrong?
The map clearly showed I should go here, there, bit here, there and then 2.5km down some big straight road towards the office location, which looked like the center of the town to me.
However, I noticed the last page of my map was missing the address!!! So yes, the map had all the check points written nicely, except for the last, most important one ♦ I had address written on like 4-5 places, but none on my mobile phone nor the map - facepalm.
It was time to panic again! I figured if I walk down the main road, I should bump into some nice building which will look like ps.com building and I'll find them.
So at point XXX (remember this because it will be of importance later on), I asked a lady to direct me to the center of the town/main street. Ideally, the main street was a short walk away from me and guess the irony - it's called The Main Street, oh you gotta love those creative Gibraltarians
So I walked down that road, which wasn't actually a road, more like a street with various shops in it. After a while, I realized I probably missed the ps.com office if it ever was close to my walking path.
So I remembered I have the chauffeur's number but damn it, no network available!!! So I walked around a bit until my mobile phone finally located a network and I sent him an sms (I'm a cheap Croat who saw no reason to get the roaming thing or whatever it's called, so you can make phone calls while in foreign countries).
The guy calls me some 10min later but I cant hear a word he sais because of all the noise. So he sends me the address via sms and finally(!!!) I could ask someone where the f** is that address.
So some lady tells me - oh my darling, that address is on the other end of the town, you might wanna get a taxi...
It's 20minutes before my interview and I'm on the other end of the town - hell yeah, time for some fun running! in shoes! in hybrid shoes-tennis shoes!
So I run and run and run, almost like Forrest Gump did, only bit faster and a lot shorter. I finally got to the area of the town where ps.com is supposedly located, and asked for some directions.
Now their address is kind of freaky and it has two street names in it. So let's say its A 2 B. I'm supposed to get to Road A, enter B and the building's number is 2. However, the natives of Gibraltar directed me to building 2 on the A street, not the B.
So when I got there, I realized I'm at the wrong place! So I had to retrace my steps and then make a turn into the road B at one of the roundabouts. I finally got in front of some large building and asked if this was the number 2, the guys outside go like - no mate, this is 1, we got no idea where 2 is.
And I'm like oh f** me twice and call me a tortois but where the hell is that place - and one of the guys replies, and what are you looking for, and virtually breathless I spit out - a company, pok.... And he is like, aaa pokerstrategy, yes, they are in here.
In the beast's belly
There I was, good ten minutes or so late for the interview, thinking to myself - it's okay, Germans like it when you're not on time, they hate it so much, nooo, why would anyone be precise. Surprisingly, they greeted me nicely, even offered some water and a massage and a ...ok, I'm lying, they just gave me some water and were like - get your ass in that room right now you little easy-to-get-lost Croatian weasel!
Yeh, I'm like one of those babies, you look at 'em, barely crawling around in a half a meter circle, drooling on the floor and wiggling their head. But turn your back for a moment and their gone! Like crawled to god knows where in the speed of light.
Anyhow, on a serious note, I enjoyed the stay at the office a lot, had a great time there, loads of fun, I was pretty much enjoying myself so much it didn't even feel like I was faced with some final test to get the job, I felt no pressure cuz of the interview or something, weird, but good I guess
I'm not sure if I'll get the job, if I do, I'll probably leak some info to you guys - like, vali wears a pink t-shirt at work and he has a fluffy chair with bunny paws on the ends of the armrest. Ok scratch that thought out, if he sees this he'll probably sabotage any chance of me getting the job, because he'll rather starve to death than to let the ppl know his favourite color is pink and he has a fluffy chair with bunny ears,paws and such to make it nice and comfy for him at work.
I met vali&jonas (two guys I have known for several years now since we worked together on MYM as well). Onkelhotte and other guys from the office were also there, and speaking of the office, there were also ladies there of course. In all honesty, I think they are giving Nicole weed or something because every now and then a short loud laugh burst out of her mouth and she seemed unable to suppress it, which led me to believe they were keeping her high on something or that it was damn funny to see a Croat in the office ♦
Oh yes, I almost forgot, I'm not sure if I'm the first Croat to land on Gibraltar, but me and my friends consider me that way. So in a way, I felt like Armstrong felt when he landed on moon - it is one small step from the border to ps.com, but one giant leap if you get lost on your way there.
The pain and going on a shopping spree
There are actually two meanings behind the word pain in the above subtitle. One is physical and the other is mental. Which one do you want first? I'll go for the mental because it's the one some of you might have been unknowingly waiting for ever since I mentioned the XXX location.
So, I left the office in the evening and decided to make my way back to the dreadful main street which nearly led me to China (or actually USA is closer) than to ps.com building.
Some 10minutes later, I found myself at the XXX location. So in total, there is like 20-25max minutes of walk from the border to the office and at that point, I realized I walked for over an hour for nothing! If I only knew where I was going, I would've saved myself and my feet a lot of trouble ♦
Speaking of feet, that's the physical pain. Walking/running in shoes took its toll on me, and I couldn't stand on the balls of my feet So I walked rather clumsy, however, I had no choice but to go shopping - friends from Croatia ordered some souvenirs from Gibraltar and the pain I was feeling was nothing to the pain I would feel if I was to return to Croatia empty-handed (chicks without gifts = rambo with a sledge hammer in his hand ready to smack you for eternity)
Obviously, take with a grain of salt everything I write in here
Anyway, I just remembered - I had a debate back at the hotel with my Scottish amigo - he claimed I got lost in Gibraltar.
Now my analysis of the situation was the following:
I didn't get lost. I knew the entire time where I was. What I didn't know is where is ps.com. So I didn't lose myself, I lost them ♦
Ok and excuse me guys, I'm a bit sick (think I mentioned it earlier) - the cold weather that greeted me in Zagreb probably has something to do with it. So anyway, I will take a break now, I will come back later to talk about a guy from Senegal and how we arranged a possible business between him and my mom (we spoke in French all the time which made it all the more interesting to me :)). See you later folks!
Oh yeh, regarding the job, you'll be the first to find out (after the people to whom I tell it first) if I got it or not
Take care, have fun



