Short But Pointless

First week as duty manager almost over. It turned out that I was the only one freaked out about the change in my status, if there ever was one, at least I haven't noticed anything different in how my esteemed colleagues think about me. Except that I get asked a lot more questions as if suddenly I had been entrusted with all information beginning from how to operate any piece of machinery available in a well-functioning kitchen to the orbital velocity of the moon. One more week to go and then it's time for my, at least in my opinion, well-deserved holiday.

It's been a busy month. Every weekend there's been lots to do, and while all of it has been time well spent with friends and family I nevertheless have noticed how much need at least one day a week doing nothing and leaving the house only when absolutely necessary. And because the previous three weekends have seen me staying up until the wee hours and the next one doesn't seem to be any exception to the rule I'm really, really tired and in desperate need of a proper ten-hour beauty sleep. Oh well, as they say, I can sleep when I'm dead, and I do remember complaining about boredom a while back so I shouldn't be complaining.

Fun has been had, ranging from the lesson in tractor driving to drinking something called Drunken Fish (a shot of clear booze decorated with a small vendace preserved in salt - and I do mean preserved in salt, you could use the fish as a hammer) in Kuopio when me, my sister, her boyfriend and my uncle decided to get to know the night life of our city of birth after the celebrations of grandma's 80th birthday were over.

I must return packing my bag, once again, for tomorrow. I don't know why I even bother to unpack it anymore. Fish out the dirty underwear, put in some clean replacements and voilá! Ready to go again.



I shouldn't let myself surf the net tired, I've been nearly pissing myself laughing about the Zazoo Condom commercial, the Carrot Song and the tragedy of Mango Biscuit at the Kontraband.com, one of the most addictive sites on the entire Internet. A warning about the Carrot Song: you'll never get it out of your head.