So so so
I want to write something insightfull.. but realy, all I do these days is pack and work. My style of working.. well, at the job I have right now the "style" of working dosnt realy factor into it. I mean, I answer phones find phonenumbers and if you wonder where "Lars Monsen" lives I'm realy your go to guy. I've gotten realy good at Alt+Tabing my way through loads of windows, so that I can keep up with every interesting newspaper known to man while at work.
In other words: Work is bloody booring. Its not hard. If the numbers out there I'm gona bloody well find it. Its just.. well boring.
My style of packing however could probably tell a seasoned psycologist much about me. First of all, I work best under pressure. I take things in sprints. This means while I swear I've taken a lot of things out of my room (a bed, a fridge etc.) there seems to be more stuff in the room now than when I started. Suddenly there's a chair full of shirts. The shelves are admitedly more empty, but half the contents are strewn across the floor, making the landscape apear one of chaos and confusion for all who gaze upon it. Luckily I am the only one who ever gaze upon my room in that state.
So. Oslo huh.. The big city (Ok, the ONLY real city we've got). I'm exited. I still havent figured out how to get my stuff in there, but I'm sure things will work themselves out. They almost always do :P
and realy, what do I need. clothes.. Maybe a computer. maaaybe.. my X-box (the old one).. sure, that could be used as a dvd player too.
and there you have my packing mode again.
I leave you now.. 07.25am. I've wasted almost half an hour writing this, and that makes me a happy camper :) Work time sux, answering telephones at work, doubly so.
In other words: Work is bloody booring. Its not hard. If the numbers out there I'm gona bloody well find it. Its just.. well boring.
My style of packing however could probably tell a seasoned psycologist much about me. First of all, I work best under pressure. I take things in sprints. This means while I swear I've taken a lot of things out of my room (a bed, a fridge etc.) there seems to be more stuff in the room now than when I started. Suddenly there's a chair full of shirts. The shelves are admitedly more empty, but half the contents are strewn across the floor, making the landscape apear one of chaos and confusion for all who gaze upon it. Luckily I am the only one who ever gaze upon my room in that state.
So. Oslo huh.. The big city (Ok, the ONLY real city we've got). I'm exited. I still havent figured out how to get my stuff in there, but I'm sure things will work themselves out. They almost always do :P
and realy, what do I need. clothes.. Maybe a computer. maaaybe.. my X-box (the old one).. sure, that could be used as a dvd player too.
and there you have my packing mode again.
I leave you now.. 07.25am. I've wasted almost half an hour writing this, and that makes me a happy camper :) Work time sux, answering telephones at work, doubly so.