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kribbanMalin gonegonegone. Playing Vampire TM. Am glad for her since she hsan't played with her crew in over a month. She'll be back in twelve hours. Am bored.
I keep thinking about work!! Repeat to self: I will not think of work, I will not think of work. I hate work. No I don't. It's OK. I love it. I love the company. Love them. We'll probably get to stay three months longer and I should be relieved because I'm ver lucky to have this job. Repeat to self: No commute, no commute, no commute. Nice people.
It's just, it feels like I'm always at work, even when I'm not. I dreamt of work last night. Always solving problems for people. Always problem cases and it tires me. In twenty or so years when the 30 hour work week programme has finally been finalised I'd want to have Wednesdays off. Yes, that's Sweden, our politicians have been seriously debating the 30 hour workweek solution. I hear in the US the standard work week is 50 hours or so. Bleh. I'd just about die. If I can, if I get hired, I'd love to work 85 % which many of the employees do. Then you get off at 4. Or start at 9.
Anyways, I shall not think of work!
It is 4:23 pm now but looks and feels like night. There's mist outside and pitch black. Am dressed in clothes from last night and am drinking and smoking. Bought chocolate filled orange muffins. Yum. Still sort of celebrating for myself.
I will not think of work but drink and smoke and watch Reloaded and be online and write. (I think.) Must go smoke now. As for last night, it was nice though not spectacular. Didn't get very drunk but am making up for it now!
Most importantly, He did not snog me as he promised and I hoped. He just took my shoes off. Which was nice in itself. ;-) I was lying on the couch and I asked him and he came over and slipped the pwetty shoes off and touched my nylonclad feet when he did so. Mmm. And of course when he left he gave me a onion-spicy-crisps-smelling peck on the mouth but I don't think that counts as snogging.
I keep thinking about work!! Repeat to self: I will not think of work, I will not think of work. I hate work. No I don't. It's OK. I love it. I love the company. Love them. We'll probably get to stay three months longer and I should be relieved because I'm ver lucky to have this job. Repeat to self: No commute, no commute, no commute. Nice people.
It's just, it feels like I'm always at work, even when I'm not. I dreamt of work last night. Always solving problems for people. Always problem cases and it tires me. In twenty or so years when the 30 hour work week programme has finally been finalised I'd want to have Wednesdays off. Yes, that's Sweden, our politicians have been seriously debating the 30 hour workweek solution. I hear in the US the standard work week is 50 hours or so. Bleh. I'd just about die. If I can, if I get hired, I'd love to work 85 % which many of the employees do. Then you get off at 4. Or start at 9.
Anyways, I shall not think of work!
It is 4:23 pm now but looks and feels like night. There's mist outside and pitch black. Am dressed in clothes from last night and am drinking and smoking. Bought chocolate filled orange muffins. Yum. Still sort of celebrating for myself.
I will not think of work but drink and smoke and watch Reloaded and be online and write. (I think.) Must go smoke now. As for last night, it was nice though not spectacular. Didn't get very drunk but am making up for it now!
Most importantly, He did not snog me as he promised and I hoped. He just took my shoes off. Which was nice in itself. ;-) I was lying on the couch and I asked him and he came over and slipped the pwetty shoes off and touched my nylonclad feet when he did so. Mmm. And of course when he left he gave me a onion-spicy-crisps-smelling peck on the mouth but I don't think that counts as snogging.
