There’s a lapse of things to do at work. Unfortunately the boss is too busy to advance the website work right now, and there are not enough other things to do right now. I might be out of a job for a while.
I’ll be fine though I think. For now. And unless the boss is lying to me, and I don’t think he is, I’ll get to resume work once there’s more things to do. So hopefully I wont have to search for another job, because I really like this one.
I’ve been at home since yesterday, but I might get to come in tomorrow for some work, and hopefully there will be more things to do before too long.
They’re going to be replacing the locks in the apartments here next week apparently. That means I need to get the key back from my friend that’s holding onto it for me. I obviously have one key, and I’ve lost the third one I received… I hope they wont notice there is one missing. I don’t know if they actually keep track of how many keys there are for each apartment. I got all of them at the same time, so I have no idea.
If they ask I can’t really do anything other than tell them that I lost it and haven’t gotten it back. But at least when I dropped it it wasn’t attached to anything, and it was in a different city, so there’s pretty much no way anyone who found it would be able to figure out what it’s for. Hopefully it wont cause any issues, like me having to pay a fee for loosing it or something like that.
It’s been more than two months since the last post. I don’t really think about posting things here often as is probably obvious. But once in a while I check in here and realize how long it’s been. This is gonna be a long post to get caught up.
You may or may not know that I have an art portfolio. It is linked on my front portal page and in the menu on the blog here. Maybe you came here from there via the link on the portfolio introduction.
Per the last public blog post I migrated all of my websites from my old server to a new one. More up to date, better hardware etc, and it was a whole lot of work getting everything moved over and getting the new routing set up and such, but it went well. Or so I thought.
I’m not sure how I should feel right now. I know how I do feel, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel.
It’s about a week since we returned from the Europe trip. Zandra has been… distant, this past week. We haven’t really talked since just after we returned. I went over once to give here some of her stuff I’d gotten with me and to talk a bit, which we did. It might just be the contrast of going from being with her every day to being apart from her.
I’ve never been to an opera. Actually, as of today that’s a lie. I went to an opera today (technically last night) and it was a very interesting experience.
Unfortunately it wasn’t a great experience due to them often having multiple people singing different songs at the same time, which just ended up drowning each other out and making it impossible to make out what they were singing about.
The opera was “Vampyren” (The Vampire). It was the dress rehearsal, it’s supposed to premiere at Läckö Castle tomorrow (Sunday). My boss got an invitation for the company because we work on their website, so my boss, his wife (who also works at the company) and me went there.
It is originally a German opera (Der Vampyr) by Heinrich Marschner from 1828 translated to Swedish by Catarina Gnosspelius.
It was about 3 hours and I have to admit I got a little bored towards the end.
I can’t say it was the greatest opera experience for the first time, but I also don’t believe all operas are like this. But I liked the story. It was just ruined by the presentation unfortunately.
That said I think I prefer theatre. Though I don’t really go see plays a lot either…
A great trip later (many small ones) and one huge experience richer. It’s of course impossible to summarize the entire trip as a whole except to say it was… interesting into the last minute. I’ve learned things and experienced things and felt things. I’ve had expectations tossed onto their heads and also experienced some pain.
When I was little we went on a number of vacations, sometimes to the coast, sometimes to the mountains between Sweden and Norway to ski, and sometimes we went out camping with our caravan. In later years we started renting a sailboat each year for a few years until dad bought his own which we then went out with up until I moved out. This has been my first proper vacation with no family.
The trip in question is a car trip across Europe, from Sweden to Spain, passing through Denmark, Germany and France to get there. The trip took place because my best friend Eric got married, and was planned by him and Elin, his now wife. They decided that instead of going on a honeymoon on their own they’d organize a trip with some friends. The trip involved them, me and Zandra and Filip, who is a long time friend of me and Eric.
The trip was also going to include a sixth person but they were unable to come.
I don’t dream a lot, and what I mean by that is that I only very rarely remember dreams when I wake up. I’m pretty sure I still dream though, I just don’t remember it.
Last night I had an odd dream. I was with someone on a beach. Everything was gray, the sand, the water, the sky. Everything. We were apparently trying to build a craft of some sort to get off the beach. I assume we were stranded. I managed to get a boat (somehow) and out in the water I befriended a bird. No clue why.
The whole thing then transitioned to me trying to get some papers from a locked office room. I think it was a school, may have been one of my old schools which would make sense. I don’t know why I wanted those papers but it seemed important. I still had the bird and was trying to use it to get into the room.
That’s pretty much what I can recall at this point. It always feels weird to recall a dream because it happens so rarely.
I can’t ever recall having a nightmare. Which I suppose I should be thankful for, but maybe I just suppress them or something?
So apparently mom read the previous post about me moving, which I didn’t expect despite posting a link to it on Facebook. Apparently she took offense to the post as she thought it implied that I’d had a horrible time living there. She said she’d “read between the lines”.
Of course it didn’t say that. I wrote that there were annoyances and several reasons to want to move out. Plenty more than what I’d written about to be sure. That doesn’t mean it was horrible. It was very comfortable. Just frustrating sometimes.