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I'm getting old and tired. I'll abuse the other languages I'm supposed to speak again next time. Of the three (four), English walks away from me with the smallest bruises.
Mum's been working over-time the whole week. Comes home between seven and eight. She's a really diligent person: for years now she has stayed at work 15 minutes after the regular hours are over. And every now and then she keeps working longer than those 15 minutes. She is the only lawyer in the firm and it would seem that there's work for 1,5 lawyers: too much for one, too little for two. And mum herself seems to believe that her workload, which is overflowing her regular hours, it would seem, isn't too big. No, she's just so "ineffective and incompetent". It really bugs me. Then she comes home and is tired and cranky and unhappy with herself and doesn't even feel good for getting something strenuous done because there are heaps and heaps of stuff waiting when she gets back to work! And when I point out that it can't go on like this, she starts waving her arms and wondering why no-one says anything when dad does long days but a humongous hullabaloo starts when she's working late. (Maybe because most of his evening activities exist because he's decided to take care of some of the trade union(?) stuff and it will be over in a year? And maybe because his working over-time doesn't make him feel bad about himself?) Argh. ARGH, say I.
They opened a new Ikea near here. That bugs me too. Yes, yes, nice furniture for affordable prices. Too affordable, perhaps? There was another article about how many of their products lack the basic information concerning the production: where, how, what material(s). Accusations of child labour. Same old, same old. While rainforests fall and kids do ten hour shifts with a ridiculous pay, we clap our hands because we can now buy as much Coke as we can drink and a cute green coffee table for 14,50€.
Mum is unhappy. Ansa is unhappy (I made her buns dry. HAH! They don't turn into crackers because I put them in a basket for 1,5 hours and lifted the cloth that was on them). Miss Finland is unhappy (They said she is fat.) The prime minister is unhappy. The opposition is unhappy. Mr. Tsvangirai in Zimbabwe is unhappy. And I'm not exactly bouncy either.
At least M and J are coming home soon so I get to see them again -- finally. The exam is next week, too, so that will be over for another ten months soon enough.
Mum's been working over-time the whole week. Comes home between seven and eight. She's a really diligent person: for years now she has stayed at work 15 minutes after the regular hours are over. And every now and then she keeps working longer than those 15 minutes. She is the only lawyer in the firm and it would seem that there's work for 1,5 lawyers: too much for one, too little for two. And mum herself seems to believe that her workload, which is overflowing her regular hours, it would seem, isn't too big. No, she's just so "ineffective and incompetent". It really bugs me. Then she comes home and is tired and cranky and unhappy with herself and doesn't even feel good for getting something strenuous done because there are heaps and heaps of stuff waiting when she gets back to work! And when I point out that it can't go on like this, she starts waving her arms and wondering why no-one says anything when dad does long days but a humongous hullabaloo starts when she's working late. (Maybe because most of his evening activities exist because he's decided to take care of some of the trade union(?) stuff and it will be over in a year? And maybe because his working over-time doesn't make him feel bad about himself?) Argh. ARGH, say I.
They opened a new Ikea near here. That bugs me too. Yes, yes, nice furniture for affordable prices. Too affordable, perhaps? There was another article about how many of their products lack the basic information concerning the production: where, how, what material(s). Accusations of child labour. Same old, same old. While rainforests fall and kids do ten hour shifts with a ridiculous pay, we clap our hands because we can now buy as much Coke as we can drink and a cute green coffee table for 14,50€.
Mum is unhappy. Ansa is unhappy (I made her buns dry. HAH! They don't turn into crackers because I put them in a basket for 1,5 hours and lifted the cloth that was on them). Miss Finland is unhappy (They said she is fat.) The prime minister is unhappy. The opposition is unhappy. Mr. Tsvangirai in Zimbabwe is unhappy. And I'm not exactly bouncy either.
At least M and J are coming home soon so I get to see them again -- finally. The exam is next week, too, so that will be over for another ten months soon enough.