Having only got three hours sleep on Sunday night then being woken up roughly once an hour starting from 2 a.m. (when the boyfriend finally came to bed) by the sound of grinding teeth, It’s safe to say I was fairly tired today. In fact, one might say I was zombified.
It’s a good job I spent most of the day translating for a customer that I’m very familiar with so I could pull something semi-decent out of the hat for them despite spending most of my day sitting at my desk in a kind of daze wishing my head would stop aching (naturally I didn’t havy any painkillers with me!). I think an early night is in order for me tonight – and if my boyfriend doesn’t get himself to the dentists for a new tooth guard soon (he ground his way through the last one!) I won’t be responsible for my actions.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a zombie apocalypse coming, you know. But it won’t involve any brain-eating monsters. Instead, you will find a bunch of people like me wandering around causing havoc because we’re not actually quite awake. If you ever read an article about a woman in Karlsruhe chopping up her boyfriend with an axe while in a sleep-deprived haze, that’ll be me! I just hope the judge accepts “He kept me awake all night, and not in a good way!” as a defence!*
*Disclaimer: I do not actually own an axe and have no plans to buy one any time soon.
Don’t you hate it when you’re so sleepy all evening that you have the feeling you could drop off at any minute then, as soon as bedtime comes around, sleep suddenly seems to be the last thing your body wants? That was me last night! I had been tired all day and had already decided to get an early night. So when I sat down on the sofa and immediately felt my eyes trying to close I realised it was time to put the plan into action. 15 minutes later, I had brushed my teeth, put on my pyjamas and was ready to snuggle up under the quilt. I got into bed, switched off the light and BAM! It was as if the action of turning off the light had triggered another switch inside me, except instead of turning off that one had gone to on! I was suddenly wide awake again. After a few minutes of tossing and turning I gave up and decided to read my book. Two pages in, tiredness struck again.. my eyes felt heavy and I wasn’t really taking anything in. So I thought I would try the sleep thing again. Book down, light out… BAM! Wide awake. Obviously there was no point in trying to do anything else, since everything but lying in my bed with the light out made me drowsy, so I had to resign myself to lying there waiting for sleep to come. I’ve no idea when I eventually drifted off, but judging by how difficult it was to get out of bed this morning I obviously didn’t get enough sleep last night! And considering it’s now 8:30 pm, I’ve only just got in and I have a million and one things to do, I won’t be trying for another early night tonight. On the bright side, only one more day of getting up in the dark then it’s the weekend, and I get to spend time with the boyfriend who has been away all week at a conference. Positive thinking! 🙂
I am stupidly tired this evening, having only got about 4 hours sleep last night and about 5 the night before. I kept having to go to the loo and splash water on my face at work to keep myself awake. But instead of collapsing into my bed as soon as I got home (which is what I would have liked to have done!) I went ahead with my original plan and made shortbread dough. The first batch is in the ovrn right now – another ten minutes and I can take it out, then it’s bed time for me! The remaining dough is in the fridge, awaiting it’s turn to be baked. That will happen tomorrow. At 40 minutes a time there’s no way I’m doing any more tonight. My bed is calling!
Parkin was mae on Sunday. It’s sitting in a lovely tin, and both of us have managed to resist munching on it. This is very impressive, considering it’s my favourite cake and Jan usually can’t be left within a mile of sweet stuff without gobbling it all up. The amount of times I’ve bought biscuits only to find none left when I come to get one is a testament to this! The things we’re willing to do for a good cause 😉 After work tomorrow I’ll be heading in to town to stock up on ingredients for the rest of my baked goods, then more baking shall be done on Friday. It’s all coming together nicely. Now I just have to hope everyone who’s confirmed actually turns up, otherwise we’re going to be living on cake for the next month!
Right, I’m off to get the shortbread out of the oven. Then it’s time to sleeeeeep. Jan can put the biscuits in their tin when he gets back from choir – they should be cool by then.
I don’t know how other people manage to hold down a full time job, fit in all the pastimes they enjoy as well as the things that have to be done (like housework and cooking of actual food – as opposed to toast) and still find the time to get a good night’s sleep. I know I certainly can’t! And, of course, it’s always sleep that falls by the wayside. I know that if I want a full eight hours of sleep I need to be asleep at 10, but my train doesn’t even get in to Karlsruhe til 6 p.m. (when it’s on time). That only leaves me with four hours! Yesterday I actuakky managed to make it to get some parcels out, after failing to do so on Monday because I ended up doing overtime and the post office was already shut by the time I got home. I then popped into a few shops, finally making it home for around 7:30 pm. After unpacking the shopping I sat down to finish a letter I had started writing to a penfriend nearly 2 weeks ago! (Yes, I am nearly 30 years old and still have penfriends. Judge all you like, I don’t care). I thought I could quickly get that done then start tea… well, I did get it finished, but quickly is something else. It was 8:30 pm by the time I started cooking and after 9 by the time we could cook. Which, of course, meant I wasn’t in bed til after 11 and have spent most of today feeling utterly exhausted again. Right now I’m at the point where I should make dinner but even the thought of walking to the kitchen feels like too much effort. I would just go to bed, but I have far too much to do. Things that I failed to do yesterday and the day before. So I’m determined to get something done tonight, even if it is just a load of washing (the wash basket is so full it’s practically overflowing). I just need to recover some of my energy first. Perhaps a cup of tea will help, if only I can bring myself to go all the way to the kitchen… It’s a good job we’ve got another holiday here tomorrow! Something to do with the body of Christ….
We have a new intern at work. An English girl who’s never really had a job before. She’s currently finding the eight-hour working days quite long and tiring; the getting up early every single day quite a challenge. We told her you get used to it. What we didn’t say is that getting used to it doesn’t mean the days feel any shorter or waking up becomes any easy. What you get used to is feeling constantly tired, yet managing to do a full days work anyway. You get used to getting up early even though you feel like you could do with at least two more hours of sleep. You get used to thinking twice, or even three times, about doing anything at all on a week night because you know tomorrow is another working day…
Or maybe that’s just me?
I think, perhaps, I could use a holiday…
I finished my dissertation last night!
It took me til nearly one o’clock in the morning, by which time I’d been sitting in the same position for so long that I could barely move my neck and everything else felt stiffer than a plank of wood, but who cares. It’s over and this all that matters! I only got about four hours sleep the night before as well, and I’m now so tired I actually feel physically sick, so once I’ve eaten my baked potato (which is currently still in the oven) I’m going to celebrate my new found freedom by going to sleep. Preparations for the move shall have to wait til tomorrow!
I wonder if wordpress will actually let me post something today instead of deciding to eat my carefully thought out words. Only one way to find out I suppose…
Here’s an update on what’s happening in the world of Bev.
I’ve been at the new job one month today. I’m loving it so far. Everyone is nice, there’s lots for me to do and I can actually make mistakes without worrying that I may be (metaphorically) hung, drawn and quartered for it. Not that I purposely go out of my way to make mistakes or anything… but you know what i mean…
The one bad thing about work is all the commuting. An hour’s train journey means having to get up at a ridiculous hour of the morning, meaning by the time it gets to Wednesday I’m exhausted (of course, it doesn’t help that I have a boyfriend who is incapable of coming home at a sensible time, meaning we rarely get to sleep before midnight). And by the time I’ve sat on the train for an hour in the evening there isn’t exactly much time left for me to have a life outside work. All this will (hopefully) change now though. I’ve been paid, so for October I have a ticket for the fast train. My travel time is now reduced to 20 minutes each way, meaning I get an extra half hour in bed. Yippee!
My brother started university last week. He also turns 19 on Friday. I now feel old! Also, I haven’t managed to get him a present yet. Ooops.
I needed to take 20 photos after work today to complete my photo challenge for this month. I managed to take 5, leaving me with a grand total of 35. I think it’s fairly safe to say I’ve failed this month. maybe 50 photos was a little over ambitious…
My grandparents are having a party next friday to celebrate their golden wedding anniversary. After looking at what felt like a million airline’s websites, Jan and I have finally managed to book flights. We’re going via Amsterdam of all places. Why can’t somebody just start providing a direct flight from Southern Germany to Newcastle? It would make my life so much easier!
Everyone seems to have gone baby mad at the moment! One of my dad’s cousins has just had a baby boy and I know 7 other people who are currently pregnant. 2 of those people are my dad’s cosuins. And another of his cousins is getting married in January. My family just will not stop growing! It’s almost like we’re trying to take over the world…
OK, I think that’s everything. And even if it isn’t I need to stop now so I can go and sort out some food. Hopefully Jan won’t be too much longer… it’s 10 past nine now and lunch time was soooo long ago…
Time is just flying by at the moment. I can’t believe I’m into my third week at work already! It’s probably a good thing though – if it’s going fast I must be enjoying it, right? I mean, we all know what they say about time flying…
So last week was the 5 year reunion of the very first year I spent in Karlsruhe. I was one of the group of internationals who did their year abroad in 2003/04 (yes, I do realise 2003 was 6 years ago. Obviously it was the 5 year reunion of when we left). The first of the group, and probably the person I most wanted to see, arrived on Sunday 6th September, which is why I cooked dinner that day. There were 6 of us and I made pumpkin lasagne. It was a total experiment… I had never made anything with pumpkin before, never mind lasagne, but it turned out great.
Monday was my day of rest, then on Tuesday the next group arrived, and from that night on things were just crazy. Most nights I went to meet the others straight from work, coming home just in time to fall into bed before starting all over again the next day. I’m in desperate need of sleep now, but it was all good fun and really great to see the others again. None of us seem to have changed much… the only difference is now we have grown up jobs. And 2 sets of couples who met back then are married now. The last of the group departed yesterday but we’ve already decided when the next reunion will be… in 5 years time, 2014. But this time we’re doing it in August so that the teachers can make it as well.
Yesterday afternoon and evening was spent getting ready for the new job.
I went into town and bought stuff to make sandwiches for today’s lunch. I found everything I needed to take with me to ensure I actually get paid at the end of the month. I made sure my train ticket was in my purse. I sorted out the clothes I wanted to wear. And I went to bed at a reasonable time in preparation for my early morning. It all worked out beautifully… apart from the last one.
I was in bed by 9:40 pm. I’d been tired since about 6 so I thought falling asleep should be easy. Wrong! I tossed, I turned. I was too hot, then too cold. I was thirsty. When the clock somewhere outside chimed 10 I was trying to get comfortable. At 10:15 I was wondering why I didn’t actually feel tired any more. I heard the clock strike 11 as I was on my way to the toilet – the after effect of drinking an entire bottle of water. At 11:30 I was still awake. I didn’t hear the clock strike 12 though, so I must have fallen asleep some time before 12. It’s just a shame I was awake again in time to hear it strike 1… and 2. I think I got about 4 hours sleep total. So much for being alert and refreshed for my first day! Surprisingly the tiredness is only beginning to make itself felt now. I guess a combination of first-day nerves, excitement and adrenaline have kept me awake for most of the day.
I arrived at just before 9 am and the very first thing I learned was how to use the coffee machine. Very necessary after a night of tossing and turning! Then a co-worker showed me around the office. I’d seen most if it on my trial day but this time I got a proper tour. The I went into the office I’m sharing with a second English person, H – at least for the next few weeks. A room downstairs is currently being renevated and once it’s finished everyone’s going to be moving around again. The rest of the morning was spent getting acquainted with the file system, learning where to find stuff and reading the information that employees need to know – an entire ring binder full of stuff! At 12:30 we all ate lunch together then in the afternoon I started my very first translation (for this company I mean… obviously not my very first translation ever). it was so nice to have something to translate again. And to have someone to talk to (remember, I was alone this weekend). All in all it went pretty well… although all the information was a lot to take in and my poor brain is feeling a bit fragile now. I’m sure I’ll figure everything out soon though.
And now I have to go. The boyfriend is supposed to be coming home tomorrow (whether he actually does depends on what’s happening with his family stuff) and I need to something about the state of my living room just in case he decides to come here…
I promised myself I was going to write an interesting and cheerful blog post today – before I alienate the readers I have left completely.
But all I can think of to say is I need a holiday. Desperately. I’m just glad this coming Monday is a holiday (Whit Monday apparantly… fair enough), which means I get a three day weekend – and a chance to SLEEP (not been doing a lot of that lately. Again.) and hopefully recover from the sore throat that has been bugging me for most of the day. All I have to do is get through tomorrow. How difficult can that be?
(Believe it or not, I’m actually pretty happy with my life at the moment. In general. It’s just the details that are getting me down… that and lack of sleep I suspect).