søndag 31. juli 2016

Like a bridge...

City center closed down due to the music festival, so I had to spend additional time to walk around it in order to get to my work place.

A message from the rude person from last night left for me when I finally arrived at work (said message can be read later this post).

Had calls from unsatisfied persons who wanted to know specifics concerning ventilation that didn’t suit their particular needs.

There were lots of representatives from the festival around, mostly loud underage teenagers who’d had no business being there in the first place.

Key card system stopped working for a while.

Coffee machine needed fixing.

An unknown number of people stepped inside to borrow the toilet, more often so without permission than with.

All this happened in the first one and a half hour. And in the time of writing, the cooling system have decided to stop functioning.

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Original message (in Norwegian):
Hei, (navn).
Fikk en telefon fra en gjest som hadde vært innom hotellet i natt. Han sa han hadde oppført seg ganske dårlig og vært frekk mot deg.
Han ville bare ringe og beklage seg veldig. Han la seg flat og mente det var en dårlig oppførsel.
Hilsen en gjest med dårlig samvittighet.
: )
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English translation:
Hello, (name).

Had a phone call from someone who’d been visiting last night. Said he’d behaved rather badly and been rude towards you.
He wanted to call and apologize. He blamed himself and agreed to it being bad behavior on his account.
Sorry from a person with a conscience.
: )

fredag 29. juli 2016

One minute remaining.

It’s been a while since I’ve worked the party crowd. Festival in town. Lots of party people all around. Sick coworker means it wasn’t my shift originally. Don’t really care about that – I can do the job.
Gotten some good feedback as the second part in two separate brainstorming sessions this week – letting others bounce ideas and hear opinions. Being focused on solutions, keeping an open mind and staying positive – gods, I wish more people were like that, too. Making the world a better place, being a bit diplomatic and a smile, that’s what this is all about.
Wired all night.
Funny thing? Was all right. Bit tired at times. Then things got busy again. Made me smile.
Wired all night.
Also, in other news – my work place now thinks some of them have “figured out” the mystery that is me by assuming that I’m in a same sex relationship while still being sort of gender fluid. Funny how right and wrong that is on so many levels.
“Dude, we live in a world where the only hope for Tamriel is a giant, man sized talking cat/werewolf hybrid that kills dragons by shouting at them. Fuck your logic.” In a nutshell.



A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own,
pressed her body to his body,
laughed; and plunging down,
forgot in cruel happiness
that even lovers drown.

fredag 22. juli 2016

Five years.

Won’t go into details of why. Sufficient to say, the date left an impact on me. Don’t know how many else feel like that. Far too many, I guess.
Can’t seem to get some sleep these nights, have gotten into a pattern of four hours only before waking. Can’t say I’m happy about not getting enough rest. Blame the full moon and the change of daily rhythm to adjust from night shift. Inept coworkers doesn’t help, either.
Angma’s no longer Lord Xarlderth the third, but Lord Vorn. Legacy of Millock inbound.

fredag 8. juli 2016

I want to be that girl.

When I wake up, I know who I want to be
I want to be the girl that wakes up next to you.

When I’m dreaming, I know what I want to dream
I want to be the girl that dream dreams about you.

For I would walk for many miles
And I would walk for many hours more,
To be the girl who walks and walks
Just to be the girl that walks home to you.

When I come home, I know who I am going to be
I am going to be the girl that comes home to you.
And at the ending of the day, I know who I want to be
I want to be the girl that lies down to sleep next to you.

I want to be the girl that lies down to sleep next to you.

torsdag 7. juli 2016

Fuck this shit.


Having adopted the phrase “fudge and ice cream”, it is not something I can use to describe a particular nasty night at work. Sharing no details.

Oh seven oh seven, thy magic comes too late.