Too many countdowns to count

Time until move to new flat/independance: 34 days

Time until Mallorca holiday: 23 days

Time until Project Runway final: 9h and 14 minutes. Fierce!!

Now I just need to find something in between the very-soon one and the feels-like-forever one to tide me over. OR, maybe add Xmas into the mix, thus making Mallorca seem much sooner in comparison?

I am such a homebody! We have a leaving do for someone who left rather abruptly two weeks ago this evening, and just the thought of not being home until 8ish is making me not wanna go despite at least the dinner being on the company's tab, and the fact that this is the first social do apart from the lame day-at-the-zoo team building exercise in May.

I think this attitude is mostly due to the fact that I've tried to 'run through' the cold I've been getting this week, with the only results that I now feel broken and all my bones ache. I've been almost injury free for the 6 months since I started running again but now I've got lots of little things... I should probably go do that thing where someone checks my pronation type.
I have, however, a somewhat irrational fear of thread mills - I've seen to many comedies where someone tries to start a healthy life on this forementioned device and ends up flat on his/her ass.

Apart from that, mostly good news - we have finally booked our trip for Mallorca! Now my sister is also joining us the whole week, and one of her friends for about four days, which should lift som pressure after a lot of intense family-time (however, we will share one shower on 5 people in an apartment without an AC, so again, it might not). I am however throughly excited since it's felt like October for about a month now. Puerto Pollensa, near Alcudia, t-minus 27 days!!

I did write this blog post offline that I was gonna post last weekend when we had no water but looking at how whiny this blog has been lately I'm just gonna tell ya: for 72h we had no water whatsoever.
For toilet, drinking, washing, we had to borrow buckets from our neighbours and on Sunday we took a family trip to see grandma so we could all shower (it was actually a surprisingly nice day-trip - also went to IKEA to test which mattress I'm gonna buy for my flat).
But it got fixed on the Monday when I was at work and was also a relatively cheap problem to fix (good for you, dad!).

To leave on a high - Thursday is cake day at work and today we had chocolate-banana cake with chocolate spread and flaked, toasted hazelnuts on top. Yum.

quiet

Not much going on right now, really. It feels like October, rain rain rain and mud. Actually hurt my shins from having to alter my route to somewhere really hilly just to avoid the muddiest parts. Despite still being busy at work I am now *bored* and have been looking at Mallorca trips a bit more than I really should (I mean, in terms of work minutes spent - we are going there, although in 5 weeks...).

Is there really any point in posting when you have nothing to say? I feel like I should post just so the gaps don't get too big but if there's nothing to tell I might actually be better off *not* blogging (or actually, *you* might be better off I guess).

Hmm. I have found one choire in Lund I might join. Tonight I have a scheduled session with my bank adviser to start off my independent pension payment plan. The marching band is back and are now playing twice a day, just before noon (which signals lunch for us, should anyone forget (although highly unlikely) which is quite cute) and then again at 12.45 after the guard change.
They've learned some new tunes which is nice but I still can't believe they took summer holidays!! Tourist season peaks in July and there would be no fancy pansy guard change each day if it wasn't for the tourists so it just seems a bit silly to me. Surely in the military you don't get summer holidays?!

I do have a Facebook conundrum to share - yesterday I added someone I thought was a mutual friend. It's hard to tell from just someone's profile pic though (especially in that miniature format as well) if you don't know the last name. He approved me but now it turns out he's not actually the person I thought he was!! What to do? I've opted to do nothing, but it all seems a bit silly... anyways.

Oh yeah. I'm also really tired because I've been sleeping bad this week and yesterday I was supposed to go to bed early to compensate - however!! I forgot that Wednesday is Project Runway evening and it was even a double bill for the second week in a row.

I LOVE PROJECT RUNWAY!!!! CHRISTIAN MUST WIN!!!

I'm sure we're behind and I can find out if he did if I wanted to, but I don't mind the suspense. It's so entertaining! This is the American version though, mind you, I couldn't watch the UK one. I have nothing against Kelly Osbourne (she's the only celeb I saw in London, my last day there!!! and I think she seems quite nice) but I didn't like her in that show.

Anyway, everyone knows reality TV works better with Americans, all the farse and intrigues just seems so... natural.

Right, time to head off!!

The Monday Morning from Hell

I feel bad keeping up the whining, but today was one really awful Monday morning.

Torrential rain from hell to set the back-drop (we're getting 1/10 of a year's normal downcast in 24hours, so no joke). Woke up extra early at 5.30 because dad was going to the airport so we were taking an early train together (so, no sleep on the train but I was going to get into work early and thus, hurray, leave early).

I really should have suspected the morning was going to go to hell in a handbasket when trying to manouver into the backseat of mum's car (in the torrential rains) I hit my head, hard, on the car (on the plus side this intensive pain which has now dulled to an ache did temporarily override my day-3 migraine-thingie that I woke up with). Train was fine, though incredibly sleepy I managed to stay awake and make small-talk to dad, train was not delayed and we parted ways at the airport as scheduled at 7.45.

I went to the metro, which was running fine, and ran fine until we were two stops away from my final destination, when suddenly the doors didn't open. I have no idea how long this would have taken if by some chance (or possibly because of earlier problems??) we had a staff member on the train - these are automatic trains without drivers. She opened the emergency doors after about 10mins at the stop. Cue manual closing of the train, train leaving, new train arriving, new train stops in the wrong position, time estimate for next train going up and down like a roller coaster etc etc... After about 45 minutes of this I gave up and went above ground to look for a taxi or something.

Then I suppose I got a bit lucky - the map of the immediate area didn't tell me anything about which direction I needed to go in, but stumbling randomly through torrential rains I came across a bus stop, with one bus out of 4 going to my final destination, Kongens Nytorv. It only went four times an hour, but was late and so I just managed to get on it.
So in the end it only took me 1h longer than it normally does to get to work, but bloody hell! I know we don't have to work late to compensate but I would feel silly leaving early when I arrived later than, well, ever (I did have two numbers for work programmed into my phone which I tried to call to let my boss know I would be late, neither of which I got to work properly...!).

Oh yeah. Arriving at work (drenched like a rat) it turns out they are doing remodelling work in the immediate downstairs area - cue drilling!! It's really doing wonders for my migraine along with having run out of painkillers in my purse.

Huzzah! for a new work week.

Funny

After writing that post I was starting to enjoy my office solitude and the whole singing thing, so of course it turns out someone is doing a half-day and has now walzed in.

No more singing today!! Maybe I should switch a more talkative webcast so I don't start off by accident...

I'm not sure...

...why getting your own office is seen as high status. I'm all on my own a lot of the time in here (like now) and it's pretty damn boring. Unless the rest of your colleagues are orangutangs or otherwise extremely loud/obnoxious/smelly I don't see why one would want to be isolated.

Although maybe if you have a lot of meetings and an open door policy and people actually come and talk to you!! Yeah that makes sense. Get it now...

At least I can mime along to the radio and even sing a long a tiny bit when there's a really good song on the radio...

3h and 20mins until the weekend!! which will be very quiet because I am not allowed to spend any money after my two weeks of unpaid vacation. A moot point really since most of my friends have gone back to their homes elsewhere in Sweden. I have three left in the region, of whom one has a broken foot, one is on vacation in France and one I am moving in with in October. So it kinda feels weird to hang, it's not like we won't have more time together than will probably be good for both our mental healths...

Oh yeah, did I mention I found a place to live that is not with my parents? Have signed the lease on a place in Lund with a friend from high school, M, and we are moving in October 1st. Feels like a long way off, but I'm hoping it will go quickly. Still, it's not like I actively dislike living at home, I just want my own life back. Hmm, maybe I should start looking up things to do in Lund to establish that life.

Oh, how I love the internet...