First Christmas cookies of the season, produced by some overly active patients of ours.
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November 29, 2012
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Making Christmas ornaments for the ward with coworkers. Poor patients were already forced to bind Advent wreaths a few days earlier. Tomorrow we will bake Christmas cookies. I’m being continuously blackmailed every day to play Christmas songs on the recorder, accompanied by our social assistant playing the guitar (I’m still heroically resisting the pressure).
November 28, 2012
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If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.
November 27, 2012
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Emptying my pocket in the evening. Today I managed not to take home with me the a) master key b) thermometer c) duty phone d) schedule 1 narcotics; so I’m free to go to sleep in peace, and that’s exactly what I will do in five minutes.
November 25, 2012
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Socialising is no superhero skill of mine; it never was. Sometimes I do it rather fine, that means I laugh at the right moment and say yes or no adequate to the conversation; but today I felt that if I have to participate only one more minute longer in the breakfast discussion about the appropriate use of vaginal lubricants, the remaining five brain neurons of mine that survived both the depression and the workplace breakfasts of the last six months, will commit suicide together and I will end up in our own dementia ward very soon. I don’t really want to maintain long conversations about astrophysics*, postmodern literature*** or early Italian Baroque continuo rules****, but I got already somewhat tired of the topic of the detailed love life of my coworkers. Despise me if you dare.
* mostly because I have about zero knowledge of astrophysics**
** well, I read A Brief History of Time a few years ago but that’s really all I did for my better understanding of the Universe
*** there definitely were times when my readings couldn’t have been defined with the sole word: mysteries; but – alas! – those times are passed
**** I have a lot to say about early Italian Baroque continuo rules but I am also able to go quite happily without pushing the subject
November 24, 2012
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I had free today, which meant that I spent my afternoon at the station teaching my coworker about how to use the nursing program on the computer. I’m definitely gifted with some teaching skills, more, at the university I was famous of being born to be a teacher but today I was just in no mood for spending one and a half hour with something I could accomplish in 30 minutes if doing it alone. I’m out of practice, I guess.
And some obligatory autumn leaves.
November 24, 2012
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I had some official things to do today, so I managed to see the daylight on a working day. Don’t think I’m exaggerating: I leave for work in total darkness in the morning, spend the day inside and get home after thirteen hours also in total darkness. Quite deprimating, would I say, if I haven’t already fighting some depression issues, haha. May peace (and sunshine) prevail on Earth.
November 19, 2012
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Móricka, posing as an abandoned child in a Romanian orphanage during the early 80’s. He definitely has the looks (and we definitely have the furniture).
November 17, 2012
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That’s what awaits me when, after working thirteen hours, attending a fancy ball and travelling six hours with the night train, I finally arrive home.
Notice the claws and imagine how my knitted sweater looks like after such an attack.
November 13, 2012
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Zlatá ulička, or the Golden Lane, the street of craftsmen, artists and alchymists.
