The Poetist

This morning I sent my manager an email, opening it with:

“Hallo to ye from the green shores o’Dublin!”

Except so far Dublin hasn’t been very green, and the only shores I’ve seen are the (concrete) shores on the canal. But still… I’m catching the spirit of Ireland.. or the spirit as interpreted by me I’d love to get an Irish name while I’m here.

It’s not uncommon to have to push a button to exit doors here. Pushing the door open is not enough. You have to press a button and then you can push the door open. Forgetting about this fact makes it look (to an observer) like I’m running into doors. I’m not… I just get very very close.

Also true-but-embarassing story – my first morning here I was bested by Dublin public transportation. My friends told me that once I arrived in central Dublin (from the airport shuttle), I should take bus #1, 2 or 3 to their place. Well, bus #123 came along and I thought – oh, they must have combined all the routes onto this one bus… and I got one. Definitely one of the top 10 most boneheaded moments of my life – or at least the most sleep deprived/jetlagged.

Also, the view from the roof of the Facebook Dublin office is amazing. Pictures forthcoming – I just keep forgetting to bring my download cable with me to the office.