Often I find myself pushing down the ’snooze’-button several times before even realizing it’s the alarm-clock that I’ve set way too late for me to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, choose my clothes, put them on, comb my hair and eat breakfast so that I can still look fairly presentable despite my charming eyebags and the thought that my socks do not match because I was blindly rushed for work. [One hell of a sentence, huh 
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My hair that I know will be messed up anyway, still deserves at least 5 minutes from my time being late. That one rule that you should never ever go to bed straight away when you just washed your hair? I’ve broken it many times. Just for fun really . And of course to end up with strokes of my hair raising 5cm above my head and some twisting to the wrong direction, I happily rush to my oh so lovely job.
My summer-job, however, doesn’t require me to show up in anything near the words decent or presentable. I can show up in a bikini [which one particular person did last year] without having to worry they will throw me out. Instead, I can count on some more companions during lunchtime and a boss who suddenly shows interest in the little that is left of my life outside of work, not smelling of salt water and seaweed. Which I’m sure will lead to conversations that contain either the word ‘wanker’ or ‘kurwa’. Use a dictionary for the last one.
Having said that, Polish people [get the hint? ^ 
] have been invading my company and I’m not afraid to say that at least 60% of my co-workers are from Poland – the link to my post title. Now I’m not saying that Polish people are creepy, not at all. However, there are some people I’ve come accross while working that cannot seem to concentrate well on their work – which basically is loading boxes of 10kg of mussels in and out, while cleaning, mopping away the salt water being soaking wet of the rain and all that for $5 an hour. Hurray.
Maybe it’s because they do not have Asians in Poland or because they just think I’m weird – either way, being stared at for a good 5 minutes doesn’t quite make me very comfortable nor make them seem approachable or even okay. Occasionally a wink from this guy – who is quite nice – does make me wonder whether I’ve been a victim of ‘work-flirting’ because I happen to be, unlike some, approachable. The main reason, in my opinion, I think would be the fact that I’m some ‘new flesh’ after some time being stuck with the same girls who pretty much are clones, smoke too much and whom’s names always end with -a. Ex: Dominica, Monica, Veronica, Aisha… You get the idea.
However, after a long day at work being drenched in the lovely smell of the ocean [and its creatures like mussles, oisters and seasnails] does make me love the weekends even more. Days where my hair looks quite hot, my outfit not a jumpsuite with army boots and getting to chat with someone who doesn’t only show interest when you have a cleavage down to your belly.
All in all; creepy co-workers and bad hair-days are a must in a girl’s life – it makes you appreciate things more when these two do not join forces to wreck your day 
