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I haven’t posted in the few days because I’ve worked like 21 hours in 30 hours and I wasn’t going to spend a minute of my precious spare time posting. I tried uploading a post from my phone, of my cappuccino which looked a bit like a sloth, but it didn’t work. I’m sure you must be weeping at the thought of missing out of such high quality material so I saved the photo for you:


Umm. Yeah.

In other words, not much has been going on. I was dumb enough to agree to do work 7 am – 9 pm yesterday and 7 am – 2 pm today. I thought it would be fine, but it turns out I haven’t quite recovered from my cold and when I came home yesterday evening I was having a lot of coughing fits. The irony is that I agreed to take on the shifts to make up for the days I was home sick last week, because I don’t have any sick pay. Oh well, all I need is a good rest and then I will be fine…ish. The problem with starting work at 7 am is that I have to get up at 5 – 5:30 am to get ready, which is a pain when you’ve worked until 9 pm the day before because there’s not enough time to sleep or wind down. Luckily I’m only working evening tomorrow, which means I get to sleep in!

Sorry for the pointless update, I will leave you with this to make up for it:


Coffee-cup sloths

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an interview with two foreheads and an invisible man

I had the ph.d interview today- it was really weird because it was over Skype. I had made sure my cam would give a clear picture of me in front of a white, empty wall and that Tom was eating breakfast in the bedroom so the interviewers wouldn’t get an image of him wandering about half-naked. Very considerate, right? But what I got from the other side was a picture of two foreheads and sometimes a couple of eyes, and they weren’t even of the person asking the questions because he was sitting behind the screen. Very odd angling of the webcam. It would have been less distracting with no video what so ever. It’s really difficult to give the appearance of interest through body language and to achieve a feeling of eye contact for the other half you have to stare straight into the camera, not into the eyes of the picture beneath. I think I did OK under the circumstances, but they didn’t really make it easy for me. In general, I hate being interviewed, it’s awkward and I don’t think I’m any good at it at all. If I know “sort-of” what the questions will be I will prepare for them, but whenever a question catches me off-guard I find it difficult to come up with an interesting answer and elaborate. Annnyhhoooow I don’t feel too bad because now I can forget about it for a few weeks and focus on life here again. It’s quite nice that it will take them a while to decide who to give the job to, because that gives me time to think about whether I really want it or not.

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Achy legs and full days

My knees and legs are not happy with me right now. The reason is that I spent all day on my feet yesterday, starting with a full day at work and then going straight to Oxford Circus to pick up tickets at BBC for a recording of “Infinite Monkey Cage”, which is a radio show with Brain Cox and Robin Ince. Once we had the tickets, we walked around the block and had a look at Selfridge’s Christmas-themed shopwindows, then back to BBC where I got to sit down for two hours as we watched the show. The show was about conserving animals and plants and how it’s too late to stop interfering with nature and time to be practical about what species we should try to save and not just go for the cute ones. I like Brian Cox (who doesn’t?) and people in the panel were interesting, but the show as a whole was a bit weak, but maybe that’s just because I’ve already know a bit about extinction and nature conservation. If it had been about, oh I don’t know, string theory I might have found it more interesting because I don’t know anything about it. Curiously enough, it turns out that Brian Cox was at my partner’s job today, filming something. He’s a hard working man, Mr Cox.



I went to bed a little after 11pm and hoped that my legs would have recovered after some 6 hours rest, but unfortunately my right knee and ankle were really stiff when I got up.  Luckily, I was not in too much discomfort after taking a couple of painkillers. It’s just a matter of getting used to not sitting down, which shouldn’t be too hard since I had a very similar job last summer. Hopefully I’ll gain some muscles in the process, I wouldn’t mind having more toned legs! 😛

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Yesterday was my last day at my summer job. I worked for 9 weeks straight, showed up on an average 10 minutes before my shift started, worked double shifts occasionally, often worked overtime and never requested to be compensated, covered other people’s shifts when they couldn’t work their days, never took any sick days and the only time I took a day off was when my mum was in the hospital. I offered to help out with coworker’s workload when they were stressed and I spent time on my spare time putting together an aid for one of the residents I worked with. I guess what matters in the end is if the residents I worked with thought I did a good job when working with them, which I think they did (at least a lot of them were very appreciative).

I never thought I would grow up to be someone who cared about work ethics.

But work is over and as I was biking home through the rain yesterday, it gradually hit me. The only thing that was keeping me in Sweden is gone. I could leave to London today, I have no obligations here anymore (although it would be silly to do so, as Tom is visiting in a week’s time). I have very little money and I have no idea what kind of jobs I can hope to get (if any) but like a wise old lady said at work, “The time is now”. Stockholm doesn’t offer me much anymore. I spent years in Linköping longing to get ‘home’ to Stockholm once I was done with my education and I don’t know why.  I think gradually I developed closer friendships at university and found someone I could really trust and share everything and at the same time became jaded and cynical about everyone left in Stockholm. It’s like I was seeing my life there through rose colored glasses and then someone punched me in the face. I want to and will live in Stockholm eventually, I like the city and I like being near (most) of my family, but if I do end up here permanently I will wipe the slate clean, make new friends, find new hobbies and live in another flat. Life is too short to keep doing the same thing, living in the same place and hanging out with the same people, not because you enjoy it but because of tradition and fear.

I need a break from Sweden for a while.  For once in a long while I like that my immediate future is unpredictable. Circumstances could be better but they might never be better. The time is now (or at least in 2-3 weeks 😉 ).

Home is where I rest my head

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butt bruise

I have a nasty bruise on my butt for the stupidest reason. I got it at work while serving food to the elderly people. I bent over to cut up someone’s food, then backed/got up and my butt crashed into a radiator. It seems like I’m subconsciously trying to make up for my subdued manners by doing everything with 10 times the intensity necessary, because I don’t think normal people get up with such velocity that they almost impale themselves on a radiator. To make it worse, the bruise isn’t even in a position where it’s socially acceptable to show people unless you know them really well. Luckily, this is the Internet (where social rules are dramatically different from real life), but most importantly, there’s the crop tool.



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Odd vice

An odd fact about me (at 5:40am because I’m heading to work): I like to disinfect things. I’m not ocd about it, I don’t feel anxiety if I don’t disinfect things. I just really enjoy disinfecting stuff. It’s the smell and the idea that you’re nuking away germs that appeals to me.

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