A friday in august

On a workday I have the alarm set for 07.10 A.M. That gives me 15 minutes to brush my teeth, braid my hair and get dressed. I later spend about 10 minutes to tiny-sleep next to Robert before I leave. He'll only be waking up in about an hour. Sometimes he's aware about the fact that I'm saying bye and sometimes he just looks really confused and mumbles things he later on doesn't recall saying.

I bike 5 minutes to the train station to catch my train to Helsingborg (where I work). About a 30 minute ride. I have trouble finding books that I like, but now I'm reading Yann Martels Beatrice and Vergil on the train. I quite like it. There are a lot of animals in it. I like to sit in the quite department. Because there are girls on trains that chat really loudly and about really stupid things - so I always try to avoid ending up close to that kind of travelers because then I can't thing about anything but everything they're saying.

Just before 08.30 I should have ended up outside this building… if the trains haven't been tricky. I work at an ad agency and we're soon going from 8 to 7 people. So a very small one that is.

We recently had my photo of the two braid-girls enlarged in order to put on the wall at the office. I sit on the chair with the scarf so I have the photo behind me. I still haven't found a place in the office were I'm truly comfortable sitting. Before summer I had been sitting with my back to the hall so everyone saw my screen all the time. I found it quite stressful. The funny thing is that if you comment on it everyone just says "Yeah but that's just because you wish you could sit and surf on other stuff"… which is so not true. No one likes when their screen is visible for everyone. So now I turned my desk so my screen is towards the wall, but I still have a colleague on my right that sees everything I do. Hmm… not really fair since everyone else has "screen-privacy" at the office. It was exactly the same at my last job. We were 25 people. Everyone had their back free except me. What the fudge?
I think I'm super sensitive about my work-space. We also have the radio on all day which makes it harder for me to concentrate. Oh well, but that's life I guess. Buuut - that one time I worked from home - gosh was it easy for me to focus then. Maybe I'm the kind of person who needs her own room at work.

We have two dogs at the office. The Airedale terrier Kajsa (shown on the picture) and a Grand Matiff named Teddy, but he wasn't in the office this friday. Kajsa is really happy and jumpy and sometimes eats my breakfast when I'm looking away (I eat my breakfast at work - hence the 15 minutes getting ready in the morning). Teddy is heavy and tired and looks rather sad most of the time. Even when he's happy that is. Teddy slimes a lot also. So if he comes over to check on you you're left with a wet mark somewhere.
We have a small balcony with a great view but no one hardly ever sits there(why?).

When lunch starts I often take a walk by the sea if the weather is ok. No one really eats lunch together at the office (I'm still not sure why that is, eating lunch by myself is a tad depressing). This friday I found a new pretty place by the rocks. It was just in-between warm and chilly - the weather not being able to make up its mind.

I found this weird fish on the street, dried already - called a Kantnål (Pipefish). It looked like a mix between a thin eel and a seahorse. I guess a bird had had it with him and then dropped it or something. It was a weird thing to find on the sidewalk anyways.

When there's nothing on my schedule waiting for me to doodle with I sometimes sit with my own stuff. At the moment I'm coloring a new village. Similar to one I've done before. But I do like having a pretty tight workload at work. Not so that I get stressed out (like when a production leader walks by every hour saying "Are you done yeeet?") but simply that I know what to do all day. Even though I'm allowed to illustrate if there's nothing else waiting - it's not always that I'm in that mood or in my "zen" to be creative with my own stuff.

On fridays we end work at 15.00 so I was home around 16.00 and then Robert and his friend Drew had made vegetarian lasagna. So we ate and then they took of and I was to be alone this weekend.

After the guys left the rain started poring. First a bit confused - smashing in the sunlight. But then it got a little darker and the mood was right.

Since Robert was now gone I would give my love to the flowers instead. Otherwise it would just go to waste. At the moment we almost only have geraniums at the windowsill. They're old-lady flowers and the smell is said to be good for your health. Imagine that! Especially since they smell a little like an old lady.

I listened to some 60's music and doodled on a picture that didn't turn out so good. Ate a peach and figured the picture wasn't so important maybe (yeah right, I hate when things turn out crap). Just when I was getting into my flow (and it was easy that evening when the rain was smashing on the windows) I had to get going to see my friends. I usually don't drink coffee but if I'm to avoid yawning away at 22.30 I have to drink some before I'm meeting friends.

I met up with my girlfriend Vanja who I've known most my life and her boyfriend from Holland. They were making rhubarb pie. Three of my guy friends from the university days (when I studied Industrial design) also joined us.

The guys had brought various nuts so after eating cashews, pie with whipped cream and whatnot my stomach was in bad shape. Nuts after 21.00 is a no-no. My body is already preparing for sleep and has no interest in digesting food. Lazy bastard.
By the time the clock was closing on midnight I went back home.
And that was that day.