huh...

Well look at that.. I had a blog. And did nothing with it for nearly two years apparently.

The last entry (see below) involved me starting a new job. The latest news on that is, I started it, I rocked it, the company got sold and divided up, I had to reapply to get basically the same job in one of the new companies, I got hired. Because I'm awesome. No it's true, I am.

Fuck me, I still have nothing to say...

So Frikking Tired

I am just so frikking tired.

Last week was the first week at my new job. I love it! The people are great, the office is fun but people actually work (as opposed to my last job where everyone seemed to try their hardest to do as little as possible) and the work consists of basically trying to figure out what went wrong. It's like doing a puzzle all day long. I'm sure once I get the harder assignments it won't be as much fun but more frustrating but that is of future worry.

The only tiny hitch with this new job is the travel. Well that's not entirely true. I don't mind spending an hour on the train to get to a job I love. It's the frikking early hours that are killing me. I like sleeping. So I've been really tired whenever I got home this passed week. Hopefully though that's all a matter of getting used to it. Cos I'm definitely not giving up this job!

Twilight

To my fellow SPM-ers I would like to say that Twilight was just delivered here so I'll commence reading it this weekend so I'll be able to recognize what the hell you are all talking about. :p

Update on the cats: still fighting, avoiding and sleeping. More emphasis on the sleeping than on the fighting however so we're on the right track. Yay!

Mila

Just a quick post to let people know I got a second cat.

Basically the vet said that my first cat, Daantje, was miaowing so much because she wanted social contact and advised to get a second cat. Which I immediately did of course. I say it's for Daantje but secretly I wanted another one anyway.

So I went to the rescue center and got Mila. She's 8 months old and was found completely shaven and painted! You'd think with a background like that she'd shy away from people but that's definitely not the case. She would be the perfect play mate for Daantje.

There's just one flaw in this otherwise brilliant plan...

Daantje doesn't seem to like Mila being in 'her' territory. Lots of hissing and growling ensued -only from Daantje with Mila just looking confused- and they had to be separated. So now I have a slow relationship-building process to look forward to. Lots of treats, soothing words and valerian herbs for Daantje (yeah dope that baby up lol) and lots playing with Mila to let her know it's alright. I have to make this work cos I'm already attached to Mila and I couldn't bear having to return her to the rescue center. Everyone keep their fingers crossed for me!

Deventer

I'm reading Douglas Adams and John Lloyd's The Deeper Meaning of Liff. It's an encyclopedia with words that don't actually exist for situations that are all too recognizable.

So imagine my surprise when I come across the name of the town I was born in..Deventer. Apparently according to the esteemed gentlemen it actually means:

A decision that's very hard to take because so little depends on it - like which way to walk around a park.

Hmm I wonder what that says about me....

But this one definitely seemed rather familiar:

Duleek - Sudden realization, as you lie in bed waiting for the alarm to go off, that it should have gone off an hour ago.

Aaaaaah, no work today

I have the day off and it's bliss! Just got up, the sun is shining, I'm eating freshly baked croissants and I don't have to do anything.

Well, that's not actually true. I have an appointment at the veterinarian. Not for me no, but that was a very funny joke you made there. There's nothing actually wrong with my cat (besides the mentalness and as far as I can tell) but I thought it would be a good idea to just have her checked out. It'll be hell trying to get her into her carrier though. Like most cats she's not especially fond of it.

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

I live near a park. A very big park. A park that also has a football stadium. And rock-concerts. And festivals. Which means that I can want to go to sleep early on a Sunday night, but Kiss has different views about that. Seriously though..Kiss..who knew they were even still performing? Wait, isn't that the band with Gene Simmons, the guy with the massive tongue? Oh god, I'll have nightmares about being licked by Gene Simmons now.

Yesterday I had the worst hangover in a long time. Which was to be expected since the Netherlands trashed France in the Championship and nothing says I'm really happy about that more than downing 5 liters of beer. (That's probably an overstatement, but I'm not exactly sure) Be that as it may, this hangover was definitely not helped by Tokio Hotel sound checking. Androgynous 16 year-old Germans..what's not to like?

Hey. They're playing I Was Made For Loving You Baby. That's kinda cool. But still..

Dammit! I want to go to sleep!