I've been busy lately, in good ways and bad. There's way too much demand for me at my workplace, and I'm struggling to submit myself to all sorts of ridiculous tasks in order to maintain the friendliness of the place. There's one particular car which I've found cannot be driven without holding one's breath. I've devised a way to park the car which involves a series of steps aimed at minimising time spent inside this stagnant and sickening vessel. Firstly one must open the door, hold one's breath and turn the key in the ignition. The idea here is to start the car without getting inside it. Then, take a step back and allow your lungs to be filled with the fresh air of outside, once your lungs have expanded, hold your breath deeply, dive into the car, and get it into a vacant space as quickly as possible.
I have begun actively protesting against parking cars which make me physically sick, there ain't many of them, but I feel that being inside them violates the terms of a clean working environment. I'll keep up the fight and see where it leads me.
Over the course of the 3 months I've spent at uni this year, I've made some very valuable friends, and one of the purposes of this post is to reflect upon how good it is to constantly meet people who add so much to your life. Maddie, thanks for always being one step ahead with the German homework, one day I'll have bought you enough coffees to repay you.
Anyway, time to go and give the old ladies their weekly conversational excitement. You do your worst Poker Machines, but i'm going to make sure these people remember how to interact with the young and energetic.
