Summary.

It’s a shame, that I can’t access my blog at work.
I don’t have the energy when I get home.

Did you realise how dark it was outside this morning (i.e. if you got up before 07:00)? Such a difference one hour does. But now we are in “summer time”. Should mean summer is makig entrance.

I went to Tallinn, and came back tired. But happy!
Not a lot of sightseeing for our part. We didn’t have good luck with the weather. Perhaps I’ll write more about Tallinn some other day…

I got my first salary last week. And now I’m trying to save and save. So far I’ve met three ants in my shoe box, also known as my room. I’m not interested in sharing my 6m², and realise there is a risk I’m the one who has to move out. With that in my mind, I’m eager to save. But I also like traveling. At the moment there is a warmer place I would like to visit. Palm trees and t-shirt weather sounds tempting, when you’re in a windy and rainy place.

Reminder to myself:
1st of April tomorrow. Do not believe in anything, who ever says it.

No time for sleep.

Average amount of hours slept during the Tallinn trip: 4 per night.

That is 16 hours in more than 4 days.

Yesterday the lack of sleep catched up with me.

I slept for about 11-12 hours last night.

And I’m not fully recovered yet.

Train station.

At the train station (sending this from my mobile phone). Waiting for my train to Stockholm.
In Stockholm I’ll meet up with Alf, Fertsu (my friends from Valencia, Spain) and four friends to them. In the afternoon we’ll take a ferry (think size ‘love boat’) to Helsinki, Finland. We’ll arrive to Helsinki tomorrow morning, and change to a Katamaran that will take us to Tallinn, Estonia. Our destination for the Easter holidays.

Happy Easter!
I hope the Easter-cock is generous to all of you!

The Easter-Cock.

The company I work for, a consultancy company, gave me a basket filled with candies to give to the persons I work with. In the company where I work at the moment. An “Easter-basket”. Filled with 2 kg of chocolate eggs and other candies.

Luckily I do not sit too close to the others in my “group” yet. In this way I needed a reason to pass by the candies. Less temptation. For a person with a weak character.

But today, before going home. I went to the basket, and picked a few candies. Without an excuse to visit that part of the office. To have something to eat on my way home.
I deserved it. After a long day. Sitting in front of a computer.

Now I’m going to buy my own candies. For the train trip tomorrow. And because it’s Easter.
Since I was a child I’ve got Kinder-eggs every morning during the Easter (since my mother didn’t know on which day the Easter-cock* is supposed to come with the candies to children). Why not continue with a nice tradition?

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** My Swedish friends got a visit from the Easter-rabbit. But in our family it was a cock who came with the chocolate eggs and candies. A Finnish tradition I suppose. In the morning (every morning during the Easter in my case) I could find a basket filled with candies under my bed.

Meeting.

In a room.
Thought about the fact that some of the men in the room were good looking.
Then it hits me; I’m the only female in the room.
Of 11.

What a weather!

Yesterday:

Spring in the air. I took a walk in the park, and enjoyed the nice weather we finally got. After many days with rain. I even could feel the summer. For a short moment. In a place where the wind couldn’t get.

Today:

I woke up and was hoping for a sunny day; the curtains were down but I could see it was bright outside. I opened the curtains. And got a surprise.

Laundry.

Sharing a home with other persons has its advantages and disadvantages.

Two of the advantages are that it’s cheaper than living alone, and you never feel alone since there is almost always somebody else at home as well.

Two of the disadvantages are that the other members in the household might make noise when you want silence, and they also tend to touch your things. The last one is a disadvantage if you prefer people not to touch all of your things. Your razor. Your food. Belong to the things I want others to let be.

Now it has happened again. I did my laundry a few days ago. We’ve one washing machine. But we don’t have any dryer. Everything is hang in the cellar until it’s dry. Which normally takes a few days. I don’t like ironing. I don’t feel like wasting time on ironing either. It’s boring. Therefore I like to hang my clothes to dry in such a way that minimum time spent for ironing is required. But some evil person is working against me. In order to hang more clothes (s)he has squeezed my clothes together. Imagine an accordion. First fully extended, and then compressed. Now my clothes are wrinkled.

March, 2008.

Waiting.

I came back to Sweden from Spain.
G left Sweden for Spain.

And I wait.
For the call he promised me.

Caffeine.

Today at the coffee machine:
One of the most good looking men I’ve ever seen.

I work with product development in the vehicle industry*. The average age
isn’t too high and most of the people dress well**. A lot of eye-candy at
work, that is.

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* More about my first commission some other day.
** Well… Today I saw one girl with a check skirt and a pair of tights with
flower pattern. But. Firstly, she’s an exception and secondly, I don’t care
about the girls.

Restricted.

No Gmail. Belongs to a blocked web site category. General email.
All activities on the Internet are logged. Internet should only be used for work related purposes.

Soon I’ll be able to answer all questions concerning the company.

The First Day.

Information about the organization.
A tour on the company’s premises.
My own desk; with computer.
Still waiting for an office chair.
Attending meetings.

I’ll work with requirement specification.
That’s what I know.

My First Day Working As An Engineer.

Tomorrow is my first day working!

Well. I’ve worked before. But never with the title engineer.

Did I mention I’ve got the degree certificate?!
So fancy! With stamps, signatures, and everything.

Resting.

I haven’t done a lot today. So far.
Hey, I’m on holidays!

My excuse is that I need to rest for tonight’s birthday party.
It’s Pepe’s birthday. I don’t know who Pepe is. But I’ve seen a picture of him on Facebook.
I’m sure it’s going to be fun.

Until this moment I’ve been to the supermarket. Buying ingredients for the lunch. Spanish lunch. When it comes to the time, at least. I’m going to play housewife; and prepare the lunch for me and my friend G who will come home from work in about one hour. I think we’ll bake pullas (SV: bullar; EN: cinnamon rolls) today as well, before going to the party. Perhaps we’ll have time for some pig hunting as well?

Here are a few pictures, that I took yesterday:

Remember; I’m not a photographer, and I always use the camera in my mobile phone! (Click on the pictures in case you want to see them in a little bigger format)

A Reflection.

The staircases in Spanish houses smell different.

Same everywhere in Spain.
But different than in Scandinavia.

No Pigs To Be Found.

I’ve been to two VIPS shops, but didn’t find any pigs.
I had to choose between a grizzly bear and a panda. I chose a panda.

The pig (of my friend G).

A press on the pigs back, and he poops candies.

My Poo Poo Panda.

Next On Agenda: A Pig.

Weather forecast:

Today – 11°C
Friday – 14°C
Saturday – 16°C
Sunday – 14°C
Monday – 11°C
Tuesday – 16°C
Wednesday – 18°C
Thursday – 19°C
Friday – 20°C

I’ll leave on Monday, in the afternoon. And the temperature starts to increase.

Well. Enough about weather. Luckily I didn’t come here just because of weather. Which is supposed to be nicer here.

Now I’ll go and find a VIPS. And buy a candy pooping pig. Or something else.

It Was Spring.

More than one person (that is two) has told me I brought the cold with me.

I didn’t mean to!
I wanted to enjoy spring weather.

As Always.

18 hours in Madrid.
I’ve two new pairs of shoes.

Almost In One Piece.

I’m in a flat without possibility to see how the weather outside is.
For me, it could be night.
Well. Soon I’ll go and find out!As I’ve already mentioned; I used a low fare airline to get here. The trip went smoothly. Perhaps I’ve learnt something from previous mistakes. But the seats in a plane belonging to a low fare airline doesn’t have the seats from a Volvo. After two hours of sitting, it started to be painful. For the backside. And I still had about two hours in front of me. Well, I survived. My luggage didn’t have as good luck as I did. A piece of it’s corner was missing when I got it back. The official description is bag frame and bag completely destroyed.