Hey, my coffee is cold! (The coffeemachine is on a timer, and it must have been off for a while – well, almost everyone has gone home or is just about to go by this time anyway, except me – I haven’t gotten around to build any flexitime yet, naturally.)
New job still sorta scary, a bit more responsibility than I’m used to, and mostly new stuff or stuff that’s been buried in the dark depths of the closet that is my brain for months, even years (main tools are Oracle and Visual Basic, rather than easy-peasy HTML). I’m sure I’ll feel a little more into things by the end of the week. Also have major feeling that there is a lot of stuff I should have sorted out that I haven’t, but I can’t think what, really… I need to hand back the mobile to my old employer, but I’m supposed to do that tomorrow morning, so that’s not in the “unsorted” category, really. Maybe it’s just the old I-should-really-have-cleaned-the-house-and-paid-some-bills-and-phoned-my-grandparents-and-sent-that-birthday-present-to-Nicolette-and-oops-haven’t-I-spent-rather-a-lot-of-money-lately normal, everyday angst? Probably.
I was trying to set up a let’s-do-lunch-except-maybe-not-lunch-but-a-cafe-in-the-evening-instead-thingy with three of my friends from way back when (pre-16) this week, but it seems we’ll have to try again next week. Getting four people together really isn’t very easy when everyone’s normally pretty busy and it’s in the middle of the vacation-taking season. It should be fun once we really get around to it, though – I see Linda reasonably often, but have seen Stine Pernille only every four years or so lately, and Anne Cathrine hardly at all since 9th grade (which is when I moved away from Hamar). We used to have such fun, and they’re all such nice people (well, I wouldn’t say anything else, obviously, as they might be reading this… ;) )
I’ve obviously forgotten all the stuff I thought about writing last week, except for the bog bit, and right now nothing much seems to happen except work. It’s raining outside, and I think I may have become addicted to Sabrina the Teenage Witch, which is so bad it’s good. It’s on every night, which is ideal in my current loaf-in-front-of-telly mood. Come to think of it, I think I’ll head home and do some loafing in front of the telly now.
Music in my head: nothing. zip. it’s strangely quiet. Hey! Who pulled the plug on the jukebox?