All Work And No Play

Well… I guess that’s not entirely true. Somewhere between (still getting used to) work and football, I just can’t seem to manage to write anything down these days. Despite getting off of work pretty early, I’m entirely beat when I come home, and inspiration is very hard to find. I’m hoping it’s just temporary, but I’ve toyed with the thought to give up the blog entirely.

Work in itself is fun though, and all of the foreseen problems haven’t come up (yet). In fact, I’ve even noticed that I like R., as opposed to… Well, the rest of the company. And the chick-with-the-stick has been quite okay as well.

All in all, I don’t have anything to complain (yet, haha), apart from the fact that I don’t have the mind to hang out here. And it’s not just the not writing part, but I also haven’t been reading on a daily basis. In fact, I haven’t been reading since last Sunday! My daily routine is now “get up, coffee, go to work, work, go home, eat (or not), couch yoga, sleep”, and I feel like I’m a hundred years old. I do hope it will pass soon, but until it does (or until I decide to call it quits) I hope you’ll be patient with me and my “weekends only” here.

Until then, and if nothing else, thanks for the last few months.




More Exciting News!

In all my excitement and nervous stress of last week, I totally forgot to tell you that another really exciting thing has happened. The day after I heard that I got the job, lovely fellow blogger (links to blog) and entrepreneur (links to site) Nicolette from L for Lazarus has asked me to write a guest piece for her blog. Of course, I said yes, and I’m really honoured and insanely excited to do so :) I still can’t believe that it’s been a week and I haven’t shared this with you!

It’s going to be a little fashion-related, but not in a “hey, look at what I wore today” kind of way. In fact, L for Lazarus’ charm is that it’s not an ordinary style/fashion blog, it’s got a focus on personality and inner beauty as well, which is really up my alley. Anyway, you should definitely check it out, with or without my guest piece :)

So… That’s all for now, I’ll definitely let you know when my piece is up!



A New Beginning

So… Today was my second day at my new job. And I have to say, so far, I’m enjoying it! The first day was pretty standard; meeting everybody and failing at remembering all the names and departments, getting a small tour through the company and all that. Hell, I didn’t even have a desk or PC for myself yet! In fact, they didn’t quite know what they were going to do with me, so I spent the rest of the day just looking at what another girl was doing. Today, however, was much better; I started early (7:30am), confiscated a desk/PC combo for myself and simply… Worked. Did I master what the part-time receptionist girls have been working on for the last month in just one day? Yes, I did. Yay me!

To be honest, I had expected to have a hard time learning to work with their system. I’ve worked with two different ones in my previous job, so I’ve got the basics, but I didn’t expect to encounter anything like their system: the supermegaoldschool, IBM’s MS-DOS inspired AS/400! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Goodbye tabs, goodbye overview, goodbye interpunction, goodbye colours, and hello black-and-green blast from the past. Hey, the 80’s called…

But like everything else, even this oldfashioned thing has its pro’s: the functionality is so limited, that it’s actually pretty hard to fuck something up! So I guess that’s a good thing :) Plus, the damn thing has a “reset” button. Probably just because that old stuff crashes way too much, but it’s still kind of awesome.

As for my colleagues… Well, the fifties called for most of them, if you catch my drift… But they’re fun, don’t take themselves too seriously, and of course I’m impressed by the ridiculous amounts of knowledge most of them have. So all good! Even the “downstairs” girls are okay, except for one, but she’ll have to take that stick out of her ass by herself. I’m there to work and learn, not to make friends.

Today, I did learn why people might dislike R.. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice enough guy, but seriously, I get it. After I kinda figured out their system wasn’t up to date at all (being based on, for example, purchase prices from 2005!), I proposed to enter all the new prices that we got from orderconfirmations, so that at least those things wouldn’t make a mess any more. He then spent two hours telling me exactly the same. He could have just agreed, but nooo, that would be too easy. So instead, despite telling me numerous times already that he hardly has time for his own work, he wastes more time telling me what I already know. But I’ll just keep listening, because I’ve already figured out yesterday that he knows *a lot*. And he’s willing to show me, even if it’s none of my concerns. So as long as he keeps feeding my hunger for knowledge, I’ll play along.

In short, I’m having a good time over there. And I think there’s a good chance that I’d like to spend a few years there. There is one little downside though; I’ve been “out of rhythm” for a while now, so by the time I get home, I’m dog tired! So I’m off to do some couch yoga now, but I’ll try to write (and read) as much as I can nevertheless :)

Thanks for sticking with me!



Writing: A Love Story – 2009

Writing is one of my hobbies, which I guess makes sense since I’ve decided to start blogging. True stories, fiction, poetry, songs, you name it, I’ve done it. And I’ve decided to share one of my stories with you.

A few years ago, when I was still in college, I had to do a practical in the dissection lab, which, together with the events following said practical, inspired me to write a little story;

“There he was, his hands coated in blue nitrile gloves. His appearance had something godlike. Lovingly, he touched the gyri of the set of brains he was holding. Despite the short rush of jealousy I felt -he was touching somebody else there- I smiled. He started amputating pieces of brain with the scalpel he took right from under my nose. Oh well, subtlety never was my thing anyway. I decided to use the knife that was left; a device of exceptional proportions, compared to which Excalibur was little more than a mere potato peeler.

Despite the cold in the dissecting room, I was warm, something that accumulated every time I looked at him. He plucked at some fibers in the cerebellum, while I was trying to find the amygdala. Again, my eyes fell on him, and then I knew: I love this man. I could have said it, I wanted to say it, but something stopped me. Instead, I simply mentioned that the slices of brain reminded me of kebab. “Charming”, I thought to myself. Despite having a huge knife in my hands, I felt weak. What was that scalpel manipulating god doing to me? Quickly, I dismissed that thought. It was probably just the formalin wafting through the room.

I tried to ignore this vague train of thought, and moved my focus to cutting myself a way to the hippocampus in my sagitally cut brain half. At the same time, I envisioned a wedding where, instead of cutting a cake, the bride and groom were cutting through a pair of brains. I had a hard time not bursting out in laughter, because in a weird, morbid way, this was romantic. Okay, so maybe the bright, unflattering TL lights replaced the candles, the wine was absent, and a fat man in a bloody lab coat was keeping an eye on us, but the feeling was still the same. This was love. In her finest form.”

Yes, this is entirely based on true events, although I’ve exaggerated a little for the sake of a good read ;) Despite the fact that the guy from the story and I have stopped loving each other a few years ago, it’s still one of my favourite stories.

I hope you’ve enjoyed, feel free to comment/bash/criticize/whatever :)