No more staying up late and living on cake

I am terrible at being on my own. Absolutley terrible.
For a start there’s the whole making meals just for me thing. I walk into the kitchen, examine the food on the shelves, open the fridge, close it again and think about how long it takes to peel potatoes/slice carrots/chop an onions. Then my mind drifts to all the dishes that will have to be used to make a proper meal. Dishes that will then have to be washed up afterwards. By me. And I decide there’s no point in going to all that effort when nobody else is around to eat the food I prepare. And so, in the 5 days since Jan went away, I have been living on potato croquettes (just shove them in the oven and wait!), chocolate raisins, cake (not even home made cake I’m ashamed to say) and those Knorr instant thingies that claim to turn into pasta in cheese sauce or spaghetti bolognese as soon as you add boiling water.

Then there’s the sleeping thing. I’m used to sharing a bed with Jan. He’s here almost every night. When he’s not at mine I sometimes join him at his. On the nights that he’s at his place and I’m at mine I have trouble sleeping. The bed seems to magically grow… surely it hasn’t always been that big? The room feels colder, the flat emptier (actually that last one kind of makes sense. The flat is emptier…I’m the only person in it). But it’s okay, because usually it’s only for one night. When he goes away though, it’s not just for one night, but for a couple of days, a weekend, an entire week…
Which is why, since Wednesday, I haven’t made it to bed before midnight once. And even after getting into bed I’ve chosen reading until 1 or 2 am over going to sleep.

All that has to chnge now though. I start my new job tomorrow. That means getting up early enough to be showered, dressed, breakfasted and on the train that leaves Karlsruhe at 7:30 am. It also means eating a proper breakfast so I’m not starving by 9 o’clock. And it means preparing something proper to eat for my lunch.

I’m so excited. I can’t wait to be a real, employed member of society again!

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The day Bev missed the tram

I left work at 25 past 5 today. My tram leaves at 22 minutes past. So I had resigned myself to waiting 20 minutes in the dark for the next one. But then I saw it… a tram. Apparantly mine was 3 minutes late. So I started to run… up the little hill, round the fence, onto the path that leads towards the stop… and then it left. I almost cried. Then I stood around in the cold and the dark waiting for the next tram. That’s 20 minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. I couldn’t even read my book – cos y’know, it was dark. Yes, I realise I mentioned that already. It’s important, ok. *Sigh* At least nobody can say I was sitting around all afternoon waiting for it to be home time.

I have to go and make some food now. Tea for me, myself and I. The boyfriend is not coming over tonight.
Do you know what the worst thing is about having to cook alone? Nobody to help with the dishes…

Twenty-five and no life

I’m slightly worried by the fact that all I could think of to blog about yesterday was dirty laundry. Has my life really come to that? I’ve been 25 for less than a month – surely I’m not old enough to become obsessed with housework yet?

Today has been one of those odd sort of days weather wise. It isn’t actually sunny but it’s absolutely boiling hot, with highs of 28°C. Luckily my office is fairly cool, but the tram is horribly sticky at the best of times. Except when you’ve just had walked for 20 minutes to reach the stop in the pouring rain with no umbrella – then the tram is freezing. It’s called sod’s law.

So I noticed today that Aldi have chosen this week to start selling Christmas stuff. How annoying is that? It’s not even Halloween yet! Not that the Germans actually celebrate Halloween, but that’s not really the point is it. Now for the next three months every time I walk into Aldi I’m going to be confronted with tons and tons of Lebkuchen. That’s German gingerbread for those who don’t know and it’s delicious. And here’s me trying to be healthy. I’ve even been cooking proper meals for myself, and everyone knows how much I hate cooking for one! Asking me to resist Lebkuchen for three whole months is just plain mean.

Ooh, here’s some exciting news. Karlsruhe’s getting its very own branch of Lush. I’m sure you all know the shop I mean – it’s the one you can track down from 10 miles away just by following the scent. I love Lush products! Must remember to drop a few un-subtle hints before Christmas gets here…

Right, I’m off down into the scary cellar to see if I can get a washing appointment. Wish me luck…

Dinner for one

Either I slept in an incredibly weird position last night or I’ve been exercising in my sleep. I’ve been aching all over today. Stiff neck, sore back and legs that feel like I’ve been climbing mountains. I blame the housework! Just another reason why mopping and scrubbing is best left to someone else. I’ve also been incredibly tired all day, despite the fact that I got to bed at a reasonable-ish time (11pm). I could mhave done with a quick 40 winks this afternoon. Don’t think work would have been too happy about it though.
I remember reading somewhere that Japanese businessmen do that. Sleep at work I mean. They take regular power naps throughout the day, just closing their eyes and having a brief sleep wherever they are. Sometimes they even sleep standing up. There’s a proper name for it but I can’t remember what it is. Definitely something that should be introduced over here in Europe.

I was going to meet Jan for lunch today, but apparantly he had to film a robot at 1pm, which is when I start my lunch break, so I settled for buying crispbread and random tuna sandwich paste stuff from Karstadt. Hopefully that will last me the next 2 days, meaning no more money will have to spent on lunch this week (I have Thursday and Friday off). Result!

I’m now trying to decide what to make for tea tonight. Jan’s not coming over, so it’s just me. I hate cooking when it’s just for myself. It seems so pointless and it means I have to both prepare the meal and clean up the mess afterwards with nobody to help me. *sigh* Also, food tends not to come in one person portions. I can make chilli for two but not for one (how silly would it be to use half a tin of kidney beans and half a tin or tomatoes? And where sells mince in portions that small anyway?) No wonder single people (and students) resort to pot noodle and microwave meals. But as I am trying to a) save money and b) eat healthily neither of those is an option. Maybe I’ll just chop an apple into some yoghurt. It’s healthy, cheap and there won’t be any washing up involved. 😉 (In all seriousness, I might actually go for that option if I wasn’t so hungry. As it is I’m just going to have to bite the bullet and cook something proper. All I have to do is figure out what…)