Winter's coming

Good evening.

My blog just recieved a, somewhat accidental, facelift. I pressed the wrong button, which resulted in what you see here; I had no choice but to change it drastically! If some of my old posts look strange, it's just because of the new format. So I hope you like it. It's been a while, spent my time working, resting and thinking about the future. What do I wanna be when I grow up? Hehe, maybe we should call it the twenties-crisis. Where does my road go? Literature, art, culture, philology? So much to choose from, almost hurts just thinking about it! I've got one exam coming up in desember, not looking forward to it. But I'll make it, I know I will. Then we will see ;)

Work worries me abit! As I'm never looking forward to going to work, I'd like to find something new. Thinking about toy-stores for christmas, bookstores and so on. They all seem to be fully covered though, unfortunately. And LUSH has finally opened in Bergen! <3 I love them! They don't need people though, but they seemed nice ^^

Ulf <3

Pirouetting Autumn  

The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.

- Mark R Slaughter

Autumn!

Leaves are starting to turn red and yellow, the rain keeps pouring, and the air's gotten a lot colder since the last time i wrote here.
I wish my mind was as nice as the autumn-forest, but I keep getting this uneasy feeling in my gut. What really bothers me is work; I don't like my job, and just the thought of working makes me feel sick. The problem isn't the job in itself, more the environment at the office. It doesn't seem like the leaders are interested in co-operating with the employees at all, which affects everyone there. The atmosphere is somewhat tense and  awkward, people are pissed off, but no-one cares to confront anyone to sort things out. I don't like being treated like a hired driver either; I'm there to clean, not to drive. Not always at least. I don't like pressure. And I'm afraid of doing something wrong. I think my main problem is that I take myself too seriously. I'm afraid. Afraid of making a fool of myself, afraid of showing that I'm human. But despite my fear I keep talking. About everything, too people I don't know; I keep telling them things I wasn't prepared to tell. In example, I keep telling the people I work with that I'm not used to driving, maybe even that I'm afraid. Because I want them to understand if I do something wrong. For some reason I want them to know that I'm nervous, even-though I try to hide it. It makes no sense. I make no sense.

But it's autumn! Yesterday, we stopped by a flea-market on our way to the forest! We ended up with a green sofa, quite old, very pretty, for 100nok. Amazing!

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