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Unfortunately my job requires working on holidays as well as weekdays or weekends, so in about half an hour I will shuffle off to my Christmas night shift. No Gemütlichkeit.
Nevertheless had a lovely lunch with my mom who came to my undecorated, treeless apartment and we spent a few hours in very unseasonal peace, had good food and gave each other the presents that we requested beforehand. My mom got a camera for her trip to Viet Nam in Spring, I got (yes, yes, profane and boring!) new sneakers for work and...a toilet seat! (^_^) Just what I wanted and needed!
My old shoes from work are so worn off that they literally will fall off my feet any time and the my old toilet seat has been a thorn in my side ever since I moved into this place. It is bright red while the rest of the bathroom is blue. So now: blue, blissful, beautiful bowl cover.
Some of the old folks at my nursing home will have it bad, though. Quite a lot of them will not have visitors again this year, either because their folks and friends are too far away to risk the trip, or they have better things to do, or they are too old and sick themselves. Or there simply are none of their folks of friends left because everyone they knew is already dead and there is no one left but them. 'Tis the season to be jolly'? yeah right.
Well, I am determined to kick this year's Christmas depression in the arse and give those folks one hell of a Gemütlichkeit. Damn, I might even sing 'Stille Nacht' .
'I am tired and still recovering from my illness and had to work hard last night so please don't come here and kindly just leave me alone'
What my friend heard:
'Yes, I am totally happy if you throw me out of bed from my badly needed exhausted slumber and love to invite you into my totally untidy and messy place looking and equally feeling like the Wicked Witch from the East'
He's a good friend though, and a lovely person, so Merry Christmas to you too, Benjamin! (^_^)
The train got me from an overcrowded beach into an equally crowded city, leaving me without money of the slightest idea, where the hell I was. I couldn't even figure out what country I was in, people spoke a language totally unknown to me.
The was the ok part, now comes the absurd. Walking around with no idea what to do next I ran into Paul McCartney, who was apparently on tour in this particular part of the world. He was equally lost and we decided to sit down and have some coffee and figure out what to do next. Paul ordered mint marzipan with the coffee, I have to find out if that is an actual flavour in real life.
The car was an old black Camaro. Very cool, considering that the only car I have ever owned was a tiny Fiat Panda. Driving was really fun, I heard the engine roaring and felt concentrated horse power vibrating through the steering wheel. I was racing along dark deserted country roads, much the opposite of the earlier dream.
On a different subject, Ed O'Brien has published a very long entry on DAS. I was rather touched, mainly because it seemed so genuine and personal. It was one of these moments when you feel you want to step over to a total stranger and hug him. First time I feel the spirit of the season, although this had nothing to do with Christmas.
Had a meeting with my boss' boss yesterday which went, despite all worries, surprisingly well. I know they usually work hand in hand so complaining to one about the other is not really a smart move. But I think I brought a few facts to her attention that she wasn't aware of and since I didn't put out any demands concerning my work but concentraded on what generally seems to be wrong with our working situation, she definitely had a open ear.
whew!
I was really concerned about how this meeting would go but I got a very nice feed back via e-mail today, so I am convinced that my arguements have been taken to notice.
Night shift tonight, so I took a nap this afternoon. I dreamt that I walked over a crowded marked and found a skate board. Discovered that I was a natural on it! *snorts* It felt really easy in my dream but I think I am a little to old to make a fool of myself. At least with a skate board.