martinemonster

So far I haven't had the time/energy to post anything here, or to add a userpic or to do much of anything really, but I promise if you guys stick with me I'll get the hang of it soon!

News:

I just quit my job. I'll be working here till the end of July and then that's it.

(this is posted both here at dreamwidth and at lj. I finally figured out how to do that)

It's amazing to me how fast something can become a habit. Today, when I went in to the coffee shop next to my work I didn't even need to tell the woman behind the counter what I wanted, she just filled a large mug with coffee and gave it to me (I've bullied them into lending me real cups for my coffee in an attempt to spare the environment the massive amounts of extra garbage caused by my excessive drinking of coffee). It made me feel all warm inside.

I'm oddly tired today. I woke up well-rested and ready for a day of selling porn, but as I was frying bacon for breakfast I started noticing that something was off. It started with the bacon. I couldn't pry the slices apart and I got really angry and desperate. After about a minute I was ready to believe I wouldn't be able to make eggs and bacon and actually have time to eat it before I had to leave for work (enter the hero 3ff3ct3r who reminded me that I had coffee, saved the bacon, kissed me and made fried onions).

I felt better after I got to work and opened the store, but every time I actually try to do something (like sorting through the mess left for me behind the counter) I get incredibly annoyed and give up before I even start. I figured coffee would help so I closed the store for 5 minutes to run and get some, but so far the only result of that has been that I burned my lip trying to drink it and immediately started to feel like I can't do anything right.

I wish I could just go work out and then sit at a café for the rest of the day.

Okay, so I got tagged at facebook, but since I'm friends with my coworkers and I don't want them to know what a slob I am at work today, I'll answer here instead.

I tag whoever wants to do this!

( awesome meme )

In Big Love we were told that it's easy for people who grew up in polygamy to slide back into it. The same, it seems, is true for working in a porn store. That's right people, I thought I'd moved on, leaving Duo Shop behind me, but it was not the case.

It's weird. I haven't been here for nearly three years, but not much has changed. I'm sitting on the same chair, avoiding putting price tags on the same brands of movies and drinking coffee from the same coffee shop. The people working here are new though, and we have a new cash register. But other than that, it's all the same.

So far I'm a little bored, but I'm sure the slow pace will actually be good for me. After all, I've gotten used to working under extreme pressure and having a stress level like noone I know. It will be nice to get used to the slow pace of this store.

Today has been a pretty productive day actually. I feel very accomplished. I dragged myself out of bed and went training in the morning, followed by a meeting with my tutor who alleviated most of my fears about my masters by helping me narrow down my field of study and source material. Then I met aj_stalin for coffee before I borrowed two newly published works on North European Aid. I then went home, read 50 pages and wrote a summary of them, emailed my work so far to my tutor, did some weight lifting, updated my schedule and finally crashed on the couch.

Now dinner is nearly done and everything is nice and cozy.

I'm not a great believer in magic. In fact, I believe that most fantastical occurrences in this world can be aptly explained by science. But in the last few months, a series of events have occurred which have given me a sneaking suspicion that there might actually be something else, something unexplainable, at work in this world.

When I'd just started working at Linderud Chiropractor clinic I noticed an ugly ass statue above the kitchen sink. When asked, my boss told me that it was a statue made by a friend of his, a Native American sorcerer who carved statues of great power. That was a warrior, meant to fight off bad energy in the clinic. I always got a bad feeling about this statue, but I chose to ignore it and to keep my lack of faith in the power of it to myself.

Then one day, the statue was gone, replaced by another statue. This one was appealing. A gorgeous feminine shape with flowing limbs, reminding you of rivers and silence. All dark colors and mystique. I loved this statue and after a while I asked my boss what it symbolized. He said he was sad the other figure was gone and he missed it, but it had done it's job and this statue was a female warrior meant to bring feminine power back in the clinic. Nice, I thought and left the statue alone.

Then, throughout the fall, I noticed a change in the mood of the clinic. First, there was an increase in female patients followed by an increase of babies getting treated. Then, I started changing my view on kids. Suddenly, they started looking appealing and the idea of having one of my own started popping into my head. It obviously started popping into Armando's head too, since he started talking about it. Then, the female patients started getting pregnant in rapid succession and Armando got back together with his woman and they decided that they were getting another kid.

Now, almost once a week, another female patient will let us know that’s she’s gotten pregnant, or a male patient will mention his wish for kids. I’ve seen the signs and I know what this means: I’m getting out of the clinic before I accidentally become pregnant too.

*waves at flist*

I don't think I've ever been this excited about Christmas. It is weird, but very time I walk past a tacky fake Christmas tree or light ornaments my tummy gets this warm, comfy feeling inside and I start dreaming about Christmas. The cakes, the food, the gløgg, the snow, the Christmas trees, the presents. I've decided to force my office to partake in this inflated holiday cheer by buying red candles and gløgg and Christmas cookies to serve to the patients.

So how about you guys? Are you looking forward to Christmas? What holiday traditions do you love/hate? What are you most excited about?

I’m just signing in to let you all know that we’re dying over here. The clinic I’m working at is suffering from a serious case of exhaustion. It now seems less of a normal place of employment and more of an impression of an episode of the three stooges.

A good example of this happened yesterday, when I found a sign that said “We’re changing the opening hours from December 6th” and a list of new opening hours. Fair enough, I thought. I’m going to quit anyway, so if the woman who’s taking over for me wants shorter opening hours, then I don’t mind terribly. I guess they didn’t discuss it with me because it’s no longer my business. I then put the sign up by the front desk as indicated by the fact that the sign was found in the “to front desk” box.

About half an hour later my boss came over to me and asked me. “Are we changing the opening hours?” with a tone of voice that clearly implied that he didn’t think that would be up to him, but to me. It took us about another five minutes to figure out that the sign was in fact 3 years old and had been put in the “to front desk” pile by accident the day before after it had been found in a dark corner. To be quite honest, I’m impressed that we didn’t actually change the opening hours by accident.

6 weeks to go.

Man I hate being sick. I hate it about as much as I hate people who have yet to realize the beauty of lj-cuts, and that says a lot. I haven't even gotten out of bed yet, my head hurts too much. I put clothes on at 1 because delivery guys were coming by with our dishwasher (dishwashing squee) and I promptly fell asleep while the electrician came to plug it in. My day has consisted of answering the phone and pretending to be at work (since the only person who could fill in for me at work is our massage therapist, who doesn't speak Norwegian), and sleeping in-between the phone calls. Really difficult to pretend to know what's going on while waking up 17 times, but at least it's better than being at work.

Food so far today: 1 power bar from the box on the shelf in my room and half a cup of peppermint tea. I'm thinking of ordering in some Chinese at some point. Delivery services deliver drinks as well, right?