I got home last night at around 10 pm, and had to pack for my countryside trip. Had to take my suitcase to work with me so I could make it to the train station on time to catch the last one. My brains were so scrambled last night I bought tickets twice and had to request a refund on one where I lost one euro. I ought to get a train card now that I'll be travelling back and forth all the time. I can save on refunds on tickets I buy while non-functional after a 12h shift.
That said, I'm enjoying it. Despite the surgery aftermath, I love working again! This job also has the benefit of having an endless amount of small little tasks I can check off, feel accomplished about, and get a dopamine hit. I also get to indulge in spreadsheet-adjacent things, which is also a plus. I get to socialise and be obnoxiously optimistic to the point where my hungover colleagues will despair. I get to joke around and have the people around me not get offended because everyone's jokes are ruthlessly teasing one another. I get to feel competent because it turns out that being a little obsessive, and having pride in your work is not particularly common. So in short — I'm having fun.
The train ride to the countryside was horrid, though. The girl across from me kept coughing into my face, and then, somehow, she acquired friends. They kept playing their tiktoks on speaker and my noise-cancelling headphones were not enough to spare me of their irritating behaviour. Then the plague girl got out her smelly packed lunch, and ate an apple on top where she smeared the sticky juice all over her hands as though she were washing them. Perhaps I am a little too particular, but that one disturbed me. Her friends kept putting their feet on the seats, which, in comparison, was not so dreadful.
I arrived at the countryside to watch most of the football match between Spain and Belgium. I'm not going to lie — I'm a little disappointed. However, I will prevail. With company, having to install obsidian on strange laptops and trying to remember passwords/type out 50+ character ones, I did manage to edit & write my
fan_flashworks entry. For some horrid reason there is no spell-check on this computer, and I have not published anything this rushed in years. Embarrassingly, I wrote tombs instead of tomes, and am, apparently, incapable of spelling the word decipher. ESL is all fine and dandy if you're relatively proficient and have spell-check, but this was like playing a game on hardcore. Time to give up, get back on my own laptop and start learning French and Finnish.
Not right now. It is after 3 am in the bloody morning. I have not stayed awake until this hour for over a year, unless you count waking up early instead. The early Finn gets the booze, or however the saying goes...
That said, I'm enjoying it. Despite the surgery aftermath, I love working again! This job also has the benefit of having an endless amount of small little tasks I can check off, feel accomplished about, and get a dopamine hit. I also get to indulge in spreadsheet-adjacent things, which is also a plus. I get to socialise and be obnoxiously optimistic to the point where my hungover colleagues will despair. I get to joke around and have the people around me not get offended because everyone's jokes are ruthlessly teasing one another. I get to feel competent because it turns out that being a little obsessive, and having pride in your work is not particularly common. So in short — I'm having fun.
The train ride to the countryside was horrid, though. The girl across from me kept coughing into my face, and then, somehow, she acquired friends. They kept playing their tiktoks on speaker and my noise-cancelling headphones were not enough to spare me of their irritating behaviour. Then the plague girl got out her smelly packed lunch, and ate an apple on top where she smeared the sticky juice all over her hands as though she were washing them. Perhaps I am a little too particular, but that one disturbed me. Her friends kept putting their feet on the seats, which, in comparison, was not so dreadful.
I arrived at the countryside to watch most of the football match between Spain and Belgium. I'm not going to lie — I'm a little disappointed. However, I will prevail. With company, having to install obsidian on strange laptops and trying to remember passwords/type out 50+ character ones, I did manage to edit & write my
Not right now. It is after 3 am in the bloody morning. I have not stayed awake until this hour for over a year, unless you count waking up early instead. The early Finn gets the booze, or however the saying goes...
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