Wwaawa-wee-wa, as a valued fella would say. There’s been happening a lot (and I mean it: a lot) in the last two and a half weeks. So much, that I did not even have the time to write it all down. I’m not to blame for the whole of the delay, but the lack of a reliable internet connection made blogging quite hard as well.

So my job has finally started! Almost three weeks ago, I had my first day as Trainee Account Associate, here in Google’s European headquarters in Barrow Street, Dublin. Since then, there have been a huge amount of information to process, surprising launches to notice, other exciting projects to watch, many nice people to introduce myself to, and loads of great food to consume. Right now, I’m attending my second induction class, and will change over working with my actual team by next week. It’s a pity that I didn’t start a couple of months earlier, otherwise I would have had joined my team – and four thousand (!) others – to head for the EMEA Sales Conference on Rhodes, Greece, and break the Guinness World Record in mass Sirtaki dancing. Congratulations on that!

By the way: My employer is hiring new grads (but not only those) all the time. For instance, they’re looking for a University Programmes Specialist for Germany at the moment. Let me know if you need more information.

So much for work. As for living, I’m happy to have a place to call home again. Paul, a 29-year old advertising manager, and Tricia, a 24-year old legal consultant, have accepted me as their new flatmate in a spacious and fancy – but not too fancy – apartment. My stuff has also arrived already, but I’m still struggling with the amount of cardboxes I need to unpack. (Did I mention Irish apartments to be significantly smaller than German ones?)

The area I live in, Grand Canal Dock, is one of the wealthiest in Dublin. Recently renewed – and still, some construction sites shape the picture –, it is a lively and fancy area to live in. Whilst the office crowd invades the streets on workday mornings and early evenings, it remains pretty calm (some might say: dead) on the weekends, but I like it. The city centre is only 10 minutes away by foot, and Ringsend Park with its great sport sites is just over the bridge. I even found the reasonably nearby branch of Tesco to be an alternative to the still stupefying pricey Fresh market right around the corner. Would you believe a 9-spool package of toilet paper might cost you (*drum roll*) 11.49 Euro? You better do, if you’re in Dublin.

I even had my first celebration abroad: I turned 26 last Saturday, and although I start to feel the big ‘3′ rolling quite intensely on me, I had a great time. Cristina came over from Hamburg, and we spent a terrific night at O’Donoghues pub in Dublin’s city centre, joined by my new flatmate Paul and some of my colleagues. Not to forget my Swedish colleague Martin’s attempt to fall back on his (very) basic German:

Uhm, more stories of life in Dublin to come – betimes.