2 posts tagged “strike”

"How am I supposed to know how you're doing if you don't blog?!"

"Um... you could call me?"

"But that's not nearly as fun!"

So, due to something I never thought was possible; popular demand, I'll try to take a little time-out from my days. To blog. I would've  taken any excuse to get a chance to relieve my voxaholism, but that one was actually..hm. You know. I didn't have to make it up!

So, what's up?

I've noticed, as they say, that one can not live on love alone.
On coffee, one can. I swear to god, I've been drinking so much coffee lately I've started to pee espresso. I've spent more hours on the train than I have done sleeping, but it's all good, because I've noticed I can just subtract the sleep and add the coffee! And strikes bring good things, because I've always been able to perform my best while under pressure. In the last week, I've become a lean, mean, academic machine. I've written on the train, I've forced sami to copy my papers for me while I'm at my day-job, and I'm dragging my laptop around looking awfully matter-of-fact. But really, I've done a lot. One, typical day this past week included me waking up at 4.45, catching the train to Turku (writing on the train), studying german for a few hours, then taking the train back (writing again. Oh yeah), getting here at 13 working to 20, going home and pretending to study german or writing something.

And oh yeah, add lots of coffee into selected gaps of the day. Lots of gaps. Most gaps.

So you probably understand my thought of spending the rest of my spare-time with Sami. It's been working out quite well. He's been my maintenance unit. He's made food, cleaned up, done the washing and bought us a new bed ad done all the assembly-work. While I was at work. They just don't get closer to being knights in shining armor than that.

Santa Claus saw all that.
And vox, I know it's only been a week, but I missed you. And I noticed my brother has a really fun way of writing. Might be it's all sisterly love but I find his life wildly entertaining. It's almost as interesting as this action-drama that is mine.

This seems like a real write-a-lot-month. I just can't seem to shut up about anything.

First of all, I have to recommend baking to everyone.
No really.
I never thought It could be so relaxing! Or messy. Most of all messy, I must've cleaned the kitchen about 3 times. I myself changed clothes half way through and still had to take a shower when I was finished. The cake looks almost, but not completely nothing alike the one in the cookbook. Still, good times and loads and loads of bowls used. Thank god for the dishwasher.

For once, I actually had a great time in Turku. It's always nice to see Mom, Dad and friends, but I dislike the relocating in darkness-part. On tuesday, me and my Dad went to the opening of a new investment bank. Might sound boring, but since they try to attract people that are stinking rich as customers, they also try really hard to impress these potential customers. That said, and me not being one of those but still getting to participate, it was great fun. A great glass of bubbly (just one, I was driving), good food and a private concert by one of the finnish "great" singers. It was really all quite enjoyable. All in all I had a great time just hanging out with my Dad. We don't get to do that too much since we are both kinda busy these days.

On a not-so-relaxing note, it seems like december is going to be busy. The union for pharmaceutical personnel over her is going on strike. They did half-a-day today, and on the 19th it will be a full blown strike, growing within a few weeks to involve all of the country instead of just the big cities, if they don't reach an agreement. Since I am not anymore at all involved with this union (I belong to the finnish economist's union) I am allowed to work during the strike. My employer wants to keep the pharmacy open, so they have proposed to pay for my trips back and forth to Turku and this place if I would work during the strike. They also want to pay for my breakfast, because they know I'll have to take the early train (and work from nine to five and then, (s)he takes another home again...). Now, I this doesn't fit too well into the interviews I'd have to start doing for my thesis but then again, it was expected. And since I am (as it states in my contract) fully employed, I kinda can't say no. It's all good tough, cash is always useful and I know I perform better under pressure.

Wow. A lot of text, again. Maybe I should go on Vox-Detox (I kid, I kid, I could never...).