Day 3: This means nothing to me

The second day of training turns out not to be the case, they need people to start working or take the day off, frankly I want to start doing stuff and I know that I have Thursday scheduled off so I opt to work. It's a frustrating start, it turns out that everything we were taught doesn't actually work in practice and we spend the day finding workarounds - the downside to this is that I find myself doing the same job five times over. On top of this it seems no decisions have been made prior to our arrival for style and presentation to clients.

As the day progressed things did improve and we felt much happier, but we were all in need of food and beer. We found a beer garden near the hotel and were welcomed in but subsequently rushed to order and be out as quickly as possible, not particularly easy for a group of 17 people, few of whom speak German. One of my friends ordered a dish which was basically joint of roast pork, it was huge and would have fed the whole table. A rapid consumption of beer and the pressure to be out of the place led to a lot of pints being ordered at once:
Even so given the short amount of time we had there you can imagine our surprise when the bill arrived with a staggering 62 beers on it, making up well over half the cost of the entire meal. I walked back to the hotel with one of the girls who, quite reasonably, didn't want to walk through the red light area alone. The others did eventually make it back to the hotel with a small party wanting to find a strip club, I made it clear that I didn't want any part of that sort of going out, so a group of us stayed in the hotel bar and then came back to my room to damage the mini bar!

Thursday

Overslept, missed breakfast. Fortunately had the day off! Met up with a few of the other guys who were off also and we started to explore central Vienna. Whilst the buildings are really quite spectacular in places, including the stunning church we walked through (pictured), I felt the city lacked the ambiance and character that is defining of so many other cities.

Also, as I had previously been warned, the Austrians really don't seem all that friendly, you'd have thought I would fit right in with a bunch of bitter old bastards who seem to resent everything in their lives, no alright even I'm not that bad. Still I'm not currently feeling a great deal of warmth towards the natives, but then again if I'm going to insist on doing my Sven voice everywhere I go, they're probably not going to take to me either.

So the last destination before returning to the hotel to write my ramblings was the 'fun' park which is right next door to us, it's huge and with so many rides we're spoilt for choice. We opt for a giant rotating swing that must rise several hundred feet in the air, the guy operating it asks me where I'm from, I tell him (he's quite cute) I'm from England, he laughs and says 'no football for you zen'. Absolutely right. The view at the top of the ride is amazing and I can see for miles. We enjoy a few other rides including the mildly amusing ghost train, but I opt not to go on this beast of a ride which spins you around at 120kmph according to it's speed read out! Uber fast.
I'm worried, I've spent nearly a third of my allowance in three days and we're out tonight as well!

Dis is not uber cool.