I will always think that we are about to die in a head on collision while in a vehicle here. I don't care if I'm here for three months or thirty years; I will never get used to driving on the left side of the road. This goes for walking too; I'll always take the stairs on the right side. Sideways glares be damned, I'm not moving.
The base level of a building will always be the first floor to me. It makes no sense that I should go up a flight of stairs to get to the first floor. This has only made me more annoyed when I decide to take the stairs to the third floor only to realize I actually have to climb three flights of stairs instead of two.
I'm still not accustomed to the way the Irish speak. Everything is said with an upward inflection, as if they aren't sure of what they're saying even though they definitely are. I'd always considered myself shy at home, but I'm realizing I need directness and confidence, especially from members of authority.
I am definitely saying this as a spoiled American, but I miss American customer service. I know, considering the hell I've been through working five years of minimum wage jobs should sway me in the other direction and be more understanding of these people. However, if I ask if you have a certain product, I miss the response being "no, but we have these over here..." instead of just "no", a dirty look, and a cold shoulder.
And so help me God, if I find out who told the Irish that peanut butter is made the way it is over here, I will shoot them. I don't know what the hell they do to it, but if I don't get my hands on a jar of Jif soon I might drive over to the Tesco Corporate Office and teach them how to make it myself.
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