Another tradition around this time is to change your tyres to handle the snow & ice. It’s a real hassle to do it and takes over an hour and I always end up with some muscle I haven’t used in a while aching for days after. And it’s cold, and boring. So yesterday I set a few hours aside to do this, put on shitty clothes, grabbed a beer and went to work. And on the second bolt of the first tyre I had to give up because I broke the damn tyre iron (or whatever it’s called in english, you know that steel cross thing you take off the bolts with). I don’t know who put that bolt on but it wasn’t coming off – at all. So I admitted defeat (even though it was the tools that broke, not me!) and put the first bolt back on…
… and drove 400 meter to the car mechanics and had them do it in 15 minutes for $20…
Guess we’re building up for Christmas now. Got the first snow this weekend which wasn’t a good surprised considering the tyres on my car. But the Christmas decoration at NK is up anyway and that’s always a nice thing to see. Unfortunately I’m totally swamped at work since we’re doing this huge migration from Groupwise to Exchange mail system. And you’d be surprised how important the integrity of the lawyers mailboxes are – by law! 🙁
But download this and enjoy! Griswald, eat your heart out!
Here’s a thing I’d like women to explain to me – the blonde issue. First of all I’ve never understood why a person would wanna go blonde in the first place, but that (much like the breast-size issue) is up to them. What I have a problem with is other women, and it is exclusivly women, commenting “oh she’s not a naturual blonde!”?? Does it matter?? Does it make a woman less attractive for having faking that? Or in one of those “what do people on the street think!” things I saw in Metro the other day when a woman answered “naturual blonde”, as if that makes her more attractive? Out of everything awesomely wonderful in women, hair color is not even in the list. But history shows I’ve always prefered brunettes…
And just when I started to cheer up our communiting service is there to slap me back down. You know, the assholes that don’t demand stuff like “must be able to cope with swedish winter!” when they buy new stuff. Now they bought new trains for us commuters and today was the first day I got to ride one. And they Suck. Basically you get the feeling that the ones ordering it never really use them because then they might have cared about more seats instead of more space for the people that have to stand up. And the ones that do have to stand were severly lacking bars to hold onto when the train twists as much as it is now with all re-construction going on there. I wanna go back to taking the car to work instead. It wasn’t cheap, it wasn’t environment friendly but atleast you were comfortable.
But this will cheer up your day.
Almost two weeks without an update. It’s a combination of being busy and not having anything positive to write. The past few weeks have been pretty depressing. And Michael Piller, one of the best TV writers there was, died. And tons of stuff to do at work, a job I still don’t know if I’ll have in 2 months time. But I don’t like being that depressive guy. Realist maybe, but not depressing. I prefer trying to cheer people up and I do a pretty good job of it. But I suck at cheering myself up!
But today I went back home to my parent’s place to celebrate father’s day and my sisters birthday. And that really put me in a better mood. Except when my mother starts babbling about me not delivering any grandkids but I’ve learnt to live with that.