"Maybe I'm not dead, but I'm still trying..."
So, how's my new and wonderfully eventful life at the club expedition at V-Dala? Well, it's wonderful and full of events, of course. That's kind of what I had expected it to be.
I had expected lots of things -- sleep, privacy and quiet nights at home not included. So far, my working life lives up to these expectations. I've never spent so little time at home (I had even forgotten what my own computer's desktop looked like when I started it for the first time in ages today), and as for my private life... well... I think it flew out the window three weeks ago.
I have, however, been surprised quite a lot of times. For example, I knew I'd spend hours writing accounts on exactly how many bottles of beer were sold on this and that particular day. I knew I'd spend hours staring at storage rooms, wondering what to fill them with; I knew I'd spend many long nights at the nation counting money and worrying about getting things terribly wrong and I knew I'd mix many drinks.
I had, however, no idea that I'd learn so much, or that I could do so much. Also, I didn't know that I'd do so many strange things.
I take milk in my coffee now, for example.
Well... I do other things as well. I just thought I'd confine myself to the coffee question, as it's the least offensive thing. :)
These last three weeks I've experienced wacky dinners with fulltimers from other nations (Bananas in Pajamas, Sailor Scouts and warfare with tiny plastic balls were involved), a rock club during which people basically emptied all my storage rooms, a conference in a godforsaken countryside homestead during which Christmas was wound up by dancing around the tree, late parties with lots of singing, the way gossip travels from ear to mouth to ear to mouth quicker than Lucky Luke pulls out his gun, insane drunkenness and... well... perhaps that ought to be my closing remark.
Oh, I'm having fun.
I've also experienced the joys of stress, anxiety, sadness and of nourishing inferiority complexes, but these experiences have all been of a fleeting kind.
I'm looking forward to the coming week, during which I will move to another student corridor, pour 150 litres of juice and Passoa into 300 glasses, attend meetings with the Library Committee and the spex group, meet up with our contractors, help throwing a banquet for the nation's ballet, hopefully attend a pub night for new students, direct spex rehearsals, do my ordinary daily chores, and probably die due to lack of sleep.
And, last but not least: Get up at 8 o'clock to do the laundry tomorrow. This, I fear the most.
I had expected lots of things -- sleep, privacy and quiet nights at home not included. So far, my working life lives up to these expectations. I've never spent so little time at home (I had even forgotten what my own computer's desktop looked like when I started it for the first time in ages today), and as for my private life... well... I think it flew out the window three weeks ago.
I have, however, been surprised quite a lot of times. For example, I knew I'd spend hours writing accounts on exactly how many bottles of beer were sold on this and that particular day. I knew I'd spend hours staring at storage rooms, wondering what to fill them with; I knew I'd spend many long nights at the nation counting money and worrying about getting things terribly wrong and I knew I'd mix many drinks.
I had, however, no idea that I'd learn so much, or that I could do so much. Also, I didn't know that I'd do so many strange things.
I take milk in my coffee now, for example.
Well... I do other things as well. I just thought I'd confine myself to the coffee question, as it's the least offensive thing. :)
These last three weeks I've experienced wacky dinners with fulltimers from other nations (Bananas in Pajamas, Sailor Scouts and warfare with tiny plastic balls were involved), a rock club during which people basically emptied all my storage rooms, a conference in a godforsaken countryside homestead during which Christmas was wound up by dancing around the tree, late parties with lots of singing, the way gossip travels from ear to mouth to ear to mouth quicker than Lucky Luke pulls out his gun, insane drunkenness and... well... perhaps that ought to be my closing remark.
Oh, I'm having fun.
I've also experienced the joys of stress, anxiety, sadness and of nourishing inferiority complexes, but these experiences have all been of a fleeting kind.
I'm looking forward to the coming week, during which I will move to another student corridor, pour 150 litres of juice and Passoa into 300 glasses, attend meetings with the Library Committee and the spex group, meet up with our contractors, help throwing a banquet for the nation's ballet, hopefully attend a pub night for new students, direct spex rehearsals, do my ordinary daily chores, and probably die due to lack of sleep.
And, last but not least: Get up at 8 o'clock to do the laundry tomorrow. This, I fear the most.