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Confoederatio Helvetica
Long time no bore to death with irrelevant blog.
1. ÉIRE
I don't remember at what age I first felt the call to GTFO of Ireland, but more than a decade after that thought, I was approaching 30 thinking:
Medocrity is accepted in Ireland. There are a ton of intelligent, funny people, but they're offset by a kiloton of dog-brained morons voting in their mutt-minded kind: Around 10 years ago, the minister for science was a creationist.
It's no dump, but don't bet on Ireland improving enough in the years left before we perish. Same with England. Cultural stodginess. There are too many issues and now I'm in a country where I don't understand the languages enough to hear about its issues. Something about cheese tax?
2. SCHWIIZ
500 meters above sea level with an IRL ASMR stream below my balcony, I'm surprisingly close to the naive drawing of a river-adjacent mountain-embedded house that my first girlfriend and I envisioned. To think I was considering living close to the train station to commute. Feh. FEH! ♬ Upsides of the plague ♬.
ASMRiffic.
From my equally boring 2019 post A General Update:
'After a ton of research, Switzerland and Norway are my primary targets. With more infosec jobs in Switzerland, it's the likely candidate.'
I did it.
I could've shat out this blog in mid-2019 when I first came to Zürich, but I'd have to burn the history books a month later when I somewhat miserably returned to Ireland. For various reasons (Switzerland not being an easy place to move to, me fucking sucking at moving, speaking no German, 37 C, and a company deliberately misleading me about on-call hours), I quit. Surreal failure.
I remember some embarassingly desperate cover letters. I remember telling the immigration official when I was deregistering that I would be back: I'm sure he cared. I remember the tedious taxi journey back from the airport in Dublin.
6 interviews for a job in Norway later, I was jilted. I got to see that Norwegian I met on Omegle face-to-face for the first time in a decade. I'm tempted to make a snide comment, but he's a cool person. You can make really strong friends online and be more selective than the jerks who affront your prescence in meatspace.
2 months after my ultra-goof, I was back in Switzerland with a company whose ethos matched my own decentralised, FOSSy ones significantly more, but due to plenty of factors like its start-up potential failure, 30%+ employee turnover, and high medical burnout rate, I wasn't too confident about spamming out self-congratulatory blogs. Unlike now. Congratulations, me.
Snow is no longer a myth. Glühwein isn't terrible. The first year and a half was tough. For the most part, life trundles along like a circus with a sparse, barely-interested audience. Culture.
3. VICTORY FOOD
Italians don't understand this one. Victory means crisp sandwich.
Cheese and onion Tayto. Tayto don't ship internationally for copyright reasons (fucking brits). Thank you, Sara.
Good with any without butter. Albeit, experiment revealed better with.
Gourmet as fuck.
Crush 'em. Pin down the edges especially.
VICTORY.