Celebrating 1 year

I have a crazy job. It´s a job filled with misery and broken lives. A job where the welfare and developement of little children is suddenly my responsibility because I represent the welfare system Denmark offers. It´s a job where I will never feel sufficient because of the work load. It´s something I have to accept, because I will never get to the end of it and there will always be more and it can always be done better.

In one week I have been working as a social worker in the children and youth department of a smaller municipality for 1 year.

I feel that I have just started to learn the profession...this first year has almost been like a year of internship.

I love my job, I love to learn, I love the feeling of getting better. I wanna become a really good social worker.

Oh well I was going write all these other things, but I guess I will do that next time...then maybe I will blog a little sooner:)

I COOKED DINNER TONIGHT

....which is sort of odd, cause today is my long day at work and the potential worse day to cook in terms of being too tired...I don´t get home before 6.30pm on Thursdays, but for some reason it is often the day I actually cook a real hot meal for dinner. I am always very proud of myself when I get it done these days...

Tonight I cooked some orzo and made a veggie sauce with lots of mushrooms and some onions, peppers tomatopaste and creamcheese....it was delicious and I drank a Carlsberg and read the paper while eating....Don´t you just love knowing that:)

Anyways I am suppose to be in bed an hour ago....I really just needed to share these good news, since I usually use this blog to complain about something....like trying to catch the bus....

Oh to keep you updated on hte bus situation....I am good these days, I get there way early and never have to hurry, LOVE it:)

am i really that old...

OK, so wednesday I went to a concert (shocker). A week day, next day not off...etc...

There was no turning it down because of that week-day excuse... it was The Raveonettes and me and my girlfriends LOVE them. They are Danish rock STARS and they have catchy music and a perfect style!



Well, the blog is about feeling old and let me tell you, I feel old after attending that concert. I have felt old a lot lately and I know I am not, 29 is no age at all. BUT when I compare to how I could go to concerts before and how it is now....well then I AM OLD....Feeling old at the concert had nothing to do with being with teenagers at the concert, many of the guests where middle aged...

Here is comes:)



Seriously...they write the concert starts at 8pm....you get there and there is a band warming up for the main feature, gah, you listen and try and like it, all the while time is ticking away and you still have to get up at 5.30am the next morning...main feature finally gets on stage at 9.30pm, you are happy about that, not too late...now your feet are aching from standing up the last 2 hours, you try and enjoy the music, but all you can think of is your damn feet...finally the concert is over it´s 10.30pm, it takes another half hour to even get out of the place...

YES it´s me the above... I am the you-person...can you believe it?

I admit it I am a sit-down-concert person, I love to be able to sit down and enjoy the music that way...which is very ironic cause I do love dancing when the beat and rhytm and catchiness is there...which it certainly was Wednesday, but I just stood there...I am freaking myself out here:O

OH yes, maybe it´s just a phase, who knows...I will let you know in a year:)

another tale of running

....appearently my running tales have no end:)

this morning it happened again...

my bike had a flat tire so yesterday after work i took it to the repair place to have it fixed (oh yesterday morning is another tale of adrenalin kick before 7am) and said i would pick it up today after work.

that meant that i this morning had to walk to the bus for work...not a problem at all, even when my bike is working i sometimes walk. i had to catch the train though this morning to complicate everything...walking to the train is a bit further by probably ten or twelve minutes...the train left at 6.34am and i thought that if i left my house at 6.10am i would have plenty of time.

well we know where the story is going...i did not have plenty of time, i don´t know if it´s because it was so cold and i for some reason walked slower to start with or something, but suddenly i was in a hurry, so i started running-walking fast-running-walking fast, stopping at a red light catching my breath-running-walking fast etc....while telling my self out loud how much i hate running to catch something...

well i made it 4 min in advance and did not hestitate to enter the train before deciding where to sit like i did last time ( read about that train story in a previous blog, forget which one)

ok so i was sweating like a pig... the lotion i used for my face this morning, which is a rather expensive lotion for the face, that i haven´t used in a while...well my face could not breathe through it so my face has HOTHOTHOT, i was amazed and pretty irritated, so much for good lotion....they should write as a CAUTION, don´t use it for running it may cause uncomfortable hot faces:)

thus the running tale of this week, maybe tomorrow or next week will bring a new one:)

Never ending...

...are the bus story tales....continues today

Thursday is the long day at work...everybody works till 5pm. My bus leaves at 5.10pm so I leave 10 to 5 to catch it...Today I had a meeting with one of the parents right at 4.30pm...This made the whole leave work at 10 to a little hard...I set my alarm clock, so I wouldn´t get carried away in the conversation and also told the parents that we only had a short while and could scheduel another meeting and so forth...sure enough my alarm goes off, I send the parent off, get my co.worker who will take me to the bus and we rush off at 5pm.

So here is the bigfreaking deal....I WAIT FOR AN HOUR for that stupid stupid bus to finally come....and let me tell you, it is NOT warm outside anymore....I was so pissed, tired and freaked out about getting sick, ready to buy a car to make the commute easy.

Now I am home warm and just ate 6 cloves of garlic for dinner:) tomorrow I head for Amsterdam, lucky me:)

thinking and acting like i was late for the bus and then i wasn´t

did the title give it away...

here is one more bus story...

so this morning it was raining it was dark and i was walking to the bus...you see when i walk i have to get out the door the latest at 6.25am...today it was actually 6.27am...so i scrabled out the door and started the brisk walk with my purse over one shoulder, my lunch and the cake in a plastic bag in my other han, which also held my "come on you gotta throw this umbrella away" umbrella...so as you can imagine it was not your usual easy brisk walking somewhere...so half way there i decide to look what time it was....mind you it is dark and raining and i only have the clock on my phone...so i got the phone out of my pocket to see the time and thought ok, time to up the brisk-ness to an easy jog...so i started running jogging because if i don´t catch the bus it will be an hour till the next one....anyhow...after a bit of a run, i look at my watch again and discover i didn´t get the right time first time i looked and i am way ahead of time...seriously...it sucked....not only was i now sweating with all this stuff i had with my plus the stupid umbrella, i also had to actually stand and wait for the bus IN THE RAIN for like 8,10min.

so was the begining of the day and maybe it doomed the rest of my day, cause i cetainly did not have a wuhuuu day at work.

bright light of today is that the internet is working at home again:)

home alone...for good...

The 1st of July my roommate moved out.

I knew when she told me that I would not get a new room mate and that I would not move.

That means I have a home alone... It definently takes some adjustment and it gets lonely, but when it comes down to it...I LOVE IT!!

I am spoiled too, I have a three room 1st. floor appartment in an old house in the rich area of town. This basicly means no noise, just peace. The places I lived before I would have to tolerate noisy parties with lousy music. Not here, here it´s only been Anton the downstairs neighbour´s parrot that has been noisy, but long time ago I got so use to it I don´t even hear him anymore.

Anyways back to the tree room luxury. I don´t have many things (oh that´s a lie actaully, I do have many things, but more like stuff...) my room mate did, so when she moved out, the kitchen, the living room and her room were practicly empthy.

I enjoy the space....I sort of just spread the stuff from my room to the other rooms and it´s nice, I like it half empthy. All I really need is a couch and I will be happy. But we all know me well, at least some of you do....If I stay here for 2 more years, the half empthy will be full...

I like having my own place, I like being able to decorate it however I want to, without having to compromise. It is a relief.

I am home alone for good, and it is good.