Time is flying, never to return

Has it really been a whole week since I last updated my blog? How on Earth did that happen?
I wish I could tell you it’s because I’ve been doing so many exciting things that I haven’t had time to sit down at the computer, but the truth is I don’t actually know what I’ve been doing with myself all week. I’ve been at work, obviously, but other than that… no idea. It seems somebody’s been messing with time again. Even today seems to have flown by at the speed of a hurricane. I’m currently in the middle of cooking tea (corned beef hash for those who are interested in such things) but it seems like a matter of mere minutes since I was eating breakfast. Only the rumbling in my stomach and the fact that it’s now dark serve to tell me otherwise.
A glance at my to do list for the weekend tells me that I’ve swept the flat, done some washing, tidied the living room and worked on my dissertation but failed to sort out my bank statements or clean the bathroom sink. Good to know. I also went to Cafe Brenner for coffee and cake with the boyfriend this afternoon (nice cafe, decent coffee, reasonably good cake – although Endle’s is better – but the staff could use some lessons in friendliness!). But can that really have taken up my entire weekend? It seems like so little for two whole days.
Tomorrow is Monday again. The last Monday in February, the final week of my probation period. Soon the moment of truth shall be upon us. As will pay day. Here’s hoping this month’s pay isn’t the last for a while…

Bye bye weekend

It’s Sunday afternoon again. Almost time to return to work. As usual the weekend was far too short, seeming to go by in the blink of an eye. Does anyone else find it wrong that society expects to spend the majority of our lives at work? No wonder I have trouble looking motivated there – it feels like work is all I do! (Which brings us back to the needing a holiday thing, but that’s a topic for another day I think.)

Anyway, I was out again last night. A friend from Sweden was over visiting her boyfriend and they invited me to Vogelbräu, along with some other people from my building. Vogelbräu is a Brauhaus (brewhouse? Is there such a word in English?) which produces very nice beers. We sat outside, in an enclosed area with a roof and canvas tent style walls (the walls aren’t there in summer). They have heaters out there – those tall things that look a bit like lamp posts with an umbrella on the top. So it was lovely and warm despite the time of year. Later we had to come inside because they aren’t allowed to have people sitting out there after midnight.
It was a good night.

And now I have to go… the boyfriend has returned and he needs the computer.