Ever had the feeling like your life is making the sound of a car wreck?
I have been doing some reflecting of late and thinking about where I am am in life. Trying to reconcile what is happenning in my life, how that compares to where I wanted to be and trying to identify what has happenned to influence the outcome and shape the current state of affairs.
Currently, I live ina country that I don’t have any real affinity for, that has a culture that I don’t really respect to any great degree (there are exceptions, but I am generalising…), I am in what can only be described as a loveless marriage, I bearely see my kids, have had to move 160 km from ‘home’ to get a job (not a career) and have no social life to speak of.
In short, I am just not ‘living’.
so, to break it down;
Moved to Norway with my wife, to her home town, a small town in the mountains that is still living on the glory of its past.
Whilst learning the language (or what passes for language here), had to settle for simple jobs where the language barrier wasn’t as important. The town doesn’t have a lot of full time, year round jobs, predominately season work which is crap money and long hours.
Over time, whils working around the clock (went years without getting a full nights sleep, always holding extra jobs), managed to get a house.
Managed to secure some full time work, went well for a while, first job ended as a dead end, no room to grow, working with people who are still acting like 16 year olds isn’t really inspiring. next job ended after not getting paid for months and a long battle for holiday pay. Next job went well for a few years, given opportunity to grow, learn and expand, put in long hours, but enjoyed the responsibility and positive feedback from my customers. This came to an end when a new boss came along and in no unclear terms made it known that as a foreigner, I was held to different standards, made life a living hell, generally ensuring that the work environment was so toxic that there was no choice but to leave.
A few season jobs in between, just to pay the bills. Nice people, but lousy money (odd that over a few years, the pay never increased at all….
secured a new job, initally turned down as I was informed I was over-qualified. But up in the boonies, where the hillbillies grow, not a lot of choice. After a year, make the discovery that staff who are not Norwegian are being underpaid (in effect we were subsidising higher pay for the Norwegians) When meeting with the boss am told that foreigners are all incompetent and that we have no qualifications at all as the education system outside of Norway is inferior (all very Nazi master race).
Still waiting for backpay, was a union member, but oddly they weren’t very interested in helping the staff. The company was even in the papers nationally as one of its premises burnt down and the extent of some of their employment practices came to light. Clearly illegal, but they keep on keepin on…
After trying my hand at starting my own business, had to recognise that it just wasn’t worth it as kept having Norwegians try to scam me out of paying their bills. Just not worth the shit.
Give up on Geilo, this town is just not worth it.
Find a job in Kongsberg, nice people, busy, lots to do.
but it is a job, not a career.
I am now 43. I think the career boat may have left the dock for me.
Have notied that my wife never calls, never shows affection, hell, in 10 years of marriage, has never initiated any act of intamacy. Cold Norwegians, ice in their blood….
When asking my wife if she misses me at all (as she never shows it, or mentions it), she actually says that she doesn’t and that it is good that I am away as she needs the space because I wasn’t ‘positive’ all the time and was depressed and angry.
Wonder why?
So now feel like I am a life support system for a pay-check.
This sucks.


