Hello, Mr. Medicine Man!

I love the science of modern medicine. Namely all those people who have in some way contributed to the invention of muscle relaxants. I'm on slow motion at the moment, anything that demands the use of any higher brain functions takes about three times longer than usual. I should have left all the typos I made in these few sentences in place as evidence of my current state of bliss.

I had the dubious pleasure of working at the cash register yesterday which means I stood still for seven hours straight. At five o'clock both of my legs cramped and during the 2 hours I had left I must have been a sight, leaning against the counter and wearing something I thought was a smile on my face. We've been asking for chairs for four years. Must be the university's unique conception of time influencing our managers as well. I'm meeting our area supervisor on Monday and I'm planning on chaining myself to his desk until he promises to get the chairs. If that doesn't help I'll start singing.

Thank goodness I spend most of my working hours in the kitchen, is all I'm saying.

Like today. I finished all my actual work at 11 when the restaurant opened - I made the desserts, salads and all the stuff in our tiny wannabe-cafeteria - and that left me 5 hours of quiet baking, cleaning, air guitar playing and coffee drinking. That's what I call work.

And when I got home I took a bath and a wonderful, wonderful little pill which made the pain go away. Bliss.

I tried working on an essay for my course in strategic management (last one for this semester, yay!) but didn't get anything done which is probably all the same as I would have more than likely written it all over again tomorrow. I need to analyze the choices available for a growth-oriented business using Porter's theories of Five Forces and Generic Strategies . Sounds boring but I've found it to be surprisingly interesting.

I've also started planning on rewarding myself for being a good girl and not throwing too bad temper tantrums for not being able to go to Berlin in June to any of the Rammstein gigs in the legendary Wuhlheide stadium (that's where they shot the Live aus Berlin DVD years ago), with a trip to Germany next October. After careful research of the Megaherz tour schedule I've come to the conclusion that the exotic town of Rüdesheim shall have the honor of enjoying the pleasure of my company. Getting there requires a flight to Frankfurt and an hour-long train trip but compared to the other towns on the list it's easiest to travel to by far. They'd play in Lübeck, too, but the concert is scheduled on the same weekend as the Feast of St Homobonus, so I have to look for other options. If I understood correctly the club where the Rüdesheim concert will take place is a hotel's club and conveniently located in the same building as the hotel, which, if I understood the site correctly, is not overly pricey. I'm taking this as a good omen.

But it all depends on how much money it will take and how much money I will get in summer. It's so much easier being spontaneous and frivolous if you don't have to work for three months beforehand...

I'm a bit of a late bloomer, aren't I? I mean I should probably have all this going to overseas just to see a band - routine out of my system as a teenager, not start it at now, at almost thirty? Then again, I have voiced my opinions about aging according to a pre-set schedule before in this very same blog, so you all know how, exactly, I feel about the issue. Yet I find myself bringing it up. Weird.

Anyways, time to go to sleep. Tomorrow is time to honor the ancient family tradition and use the only relative under the age of ten as an excuse to go see some quality children's theatre. There'll be about ten of us adults taking a five-year-old second cousin of mine to the show. If none of us younger members of our family start to reproduce soon, we don't know what we'll do.


After couple of days of listening to Baccara's Yes Sir, I Can Boogie, Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive and Donna Summer's Hot Stuff I have returned to normal and right now there's Megaherz's Komm rüber (Schattenland) playing in my loyal servant señor Media Player. If there ever was a man who could make a credible and spooky evil whisper, it's Mathias Elsholz.