Men are pigs

I would like to send in a proposal for a new law here in St. Anton, and in all other ski resorts too. It shall say:

Men shall not take of their t-shirts in after-ski bars if any of the following are true:

- They are over 35

- They don’t have a 6 pack

- They are hairy.

(Oh and why take your top of at all if you're in a ski bar with no women in...)

Any one who knows the address to the Austrian government??

Hey lets act like we're in second grade again

Yesterday was my second day of from KK and my second day skiing in St. Anton. The sun was out and there were only one or two clouds in the sky. Did you know that when you ski through a cloud when the sun is out it sparkles? Well it does. It was fun till around 2 when the slopes got a bit too full and I got run over by a snowboarder.

A day or so ago we had 50 Swedish people traveling with STS here at KK, they ate food for hundreds of kroners each but all together only tipped 5 euro, thank god I wasn’t serving those tables. I had mainly Swedes as well but they tipped better and were a lot more fun to talk to. Except for three guys who asked if I was from Listerlandet (in Blekinge), I (always having heard from my mom and grandma that people from there are all farmers and inbreeds) got a bit insulted and said “NO I’m from Falsterbo” which just resulted in them saying “Oh so that’s why, you’re a Skåning for real, because seriously your accent is horrid”.

Today was more of a slow day since I had the terrace and it was snowing and freezing outside. Not much to do, not much sold and not much tip.

// Now I’m sitting in the stairs (only place with internet) while all the other waitresses has gone out for dinner. I was not invited to come along; even the girl who everyone talks shit about (behind her back of course) was asked but not I. It is not that I’m a shit waitress, I do my job as well as I can, and it is not that I’m not being social, because I do try. So I can’t really decided if I did not get asked because I’m new and because the two girls who had my job before me got fired and they’re waiting for me to get kicked out to or if they are just really immature an are actually trying to keep me out. In both cases, I think I’ll stick to my old friends. //

Work hard, have fun!

It’s been two weeks today since I came to St. Anton, the Austrian town ruled by Scandinavians and Brits. I have worked, worked and worked. I’ve so far only managed one day of skiing but on Monday I’ll get out into the slopes again and ski till my legs fall of.

The snow keeps falling regularly, keeping the slopes in top shape and during the day the sun usually comes out and fills our terrace with people wanting to take a break with a cold beer in the sun.

I learn a lot of useful things here as well. I have learnt what a squashed frog is and how to carry 12 beers at a time. I have learnt that Swedes are shit at giving tip (no a 5-cent coin is not a tip!! Give your waitress one of the copper coins and she has the right to give it back, because it is just a true insult). I have learnt to stay a meter or two away from British guys when the get into fight mode (which is quite often when beer is involved). And finally I have learnt that this really isn’t too bad, people might be drunk but they are nice and for every Swedish none tipper there is 6 old Danish men who tip more than enough, and best of all NO OLD ANGRY, BITTER OLD LADIES FROM STOCKHOLM!!

Beer serving time!

My new job

If you didn't know it by now, well here it is:

http://www.krazykanguruh.com/

This is my new job. I'm in St. Anton and hopefully I'll stay here a while. I've had enough of the African savanna, now I want snowy alps.