When itīs really windy, you can hear the wind whisstle through your chopsticks.
Anyway.
So, two weeks are down now, here at the internetally challanged National
Bank of Holland. I havenīt done the dance of the stressaly overcome, nor
ahve I covered myself in post-it notes yet. But thatīs mainly because my
dancing truly sucks and I canīt seem to find those blasted notes ?
So no, I havenīt lsot my mind yet. Actually, I think Iīm starting to cope
with this whole situation somewhat! I subscribed to some newslists and
started to email a lot more. I enjoy prolonged breaks at the lavetry and
take thirty minute stroles during lunch. And I keep telling myself tha Iīm
really not insane, no matter what my colleagues imply when they look at me.
Like they donīt keep record of their largest spitbubbles and print out the
plots in full color.
See? Thereīs nothing the human being canīt adapt too. Thatīs the difference
between us and monkeys.
Yup.
I do miss reading all of your diaries though. I try to be on line at least once a week, to check up on my hotmail account and on the status of this site. See what is going on in the world that is Gothique, Neptunebaby2, Piilu or the rest of you. Itīs not much, I know, but at least itīs something.
So suffice to say, the working-situation thingy still reaks. Personally
though, Iīm sitting pretty. LoveLife and I are still either very happy or
bloody briliant actors and the cat is starting to develop the habit to
sleep somewhere in the vicinity of my legs.
Itīs good to be loved?
Or feel loved at least?
Nah, just pulling your collective legs, I know LoveLife isnīt faking it?
Unless of course, sheīs a really bloody brilliant actrice?
?
Damned. Now look at what you did! You got me all down and depressed.
Thanks for nothing, sweet diary.
;o)