Fantasy meets quasi-reality Dreamt about saving the world from the forces of evil by protecting miniature pandas. I had the power to transform myself into a dragon to fight monsters but I wasn't really focusing on beating them because all I could think about was calling my bank advisor to fix a problem with my bank account that I had mistakenly cancelled in a precedent dream.
Fun times in the bus When I took the bus home yesterday, the man with the most enormous head sat in front of me. It wasn't his hair which already was in the progress of receding. We're talking Mr Mackey from South Park. He sat right in front of me and when he leant back a little he almost broke my nose. Well, okay, I'm exaggerating. I only had the remains of his hair up my nose.
Today there were no weird people on the bus. The public transportation company was on strike today.
Getting old and wrinkled With all that work the only thing that made me feel young recently is wearing a T-shirt of a local band from my home town. This is the first time I'm actually wearing some artwork of my brother. The hipness factor of this should make me at least three years younger...but then again, three years ago, my life wasn't crazily bohemian either. Sucks to be me.
Clueless Club Had a trying but interesting week and got to meet lots of great people on my training in Germany. The good impression I tried to make there was destroyed last minute when I had to leave the seminar earlier to catch my flight. Waving, smiling and goodbyeing everybody, I walked out of the room before I remembered about my luggage in front of the elevators. Had to return to the meeting room and grab my suitcase with everyone wondering what the hell I was still doing there. It's only a small comfort that TF (my co-worker with the oh-so-good-looking hair) was with me the whole time and hadn't remembered about the suitcases either. Later at the airport, we had to endure the security check twice because the we first passed through the check at the wrong gate.
So that's what Company X gets when they're picking "high potentials": people with a high potential to mess things up.
Life in the city My real life is interfering with my time on the internet. Most of it is quite nice but some interferences are rather unwanted, such as the crazy woman that started cussing and spitting at an imaginary conversation partner in the metro. I wished I'd stood more than a meter away from her.
Make it go away! I am growing a horn on my forehead. That would be good news if I had been born as a horse because then I could brag in front of my horse pals how my grandma had been a unicorn.
In reality, however, there's no coolness in having a less than smooth forehead and I'm left with the problem of finding the correct skin care treatment. All the helpful advice I get is "Don't touch it!". Don't touch it?! Sure this will make the giant volcano zit go away on its own. After realizing that it will not get the physical contact from me that it needs, the monster pimple will pack its suitcases, move to its mother and file for divorce. Great plan!
