Happy birthday to rane_ab ! I hope it's a good day for you! 

Is there some rule I'm not aware of regarding women's bathrooms? Because all these women always sit *right* next to me when I'm taking a dump! There are 3 little cabins, not closed off at the bottom and near the ceiling. And if I'm in three (my favourite) taking a dump, somebody will come in and occupy number two. If however I'm peeing, they will take number one. I don't understand why anyone would want the number two : it's creepy. Number one doesn't flush all that well and I can hear people walking around in the hallway outside the bathroom.

I sometimes turn off the lights while people are still occupying stalls (if I recognize the footsteps and can tell it's somebody I don't like all that much or if they've disturbed me in the bathroom when I was expecting to have it all to myself).

I frequently have the urge to shout FREEDOM! ala Braveheart when I find the women's bathroom totally unoccupied. There's an immense sense of relief not to find anybody there. I hop around a bit, look in the mirror, wash my hands, do all the necessary stuff. It's great! It's like seeing a totally unoccupied tram while you were expecting it be chockfull with tourists. It just totally makes my day.

My boss has booze hidden in his office. 0_o The things I discover working in this place...

Number one rule of programming :

Don't sweat on a problem for more than 2 hours. Chances are, you'll fix it in less than 2 minutes the following morning.

*headdesk*

Ugh, just spent two hours debugging a function in PHP. Turns out I thought it's the 10th month, not the ninth, so off course my function didn't work! Arghhh. This sort of thing happens all the time with a programming language I'm not familiar. I always think my code is wrong while the initial data is faulty!

Edit : It is the tenth month! Urgh...

Two weeks of 'real work'. No vacation jobs or temp jobs. Nope. The first two weeks of my career. And I am so definitely-not-patiently waiting for my paycheck! I'm making lists of things I want to buy with the money and how much I'm going to save of it.

I remember WHY I got into software : less people, less hassle, more work. Except, perhaps, not. I still need to talk to people and make them understand certain things. Got into a bit of head-on collision with a software programmer from an organization. The guy misunderstood and it took some talking to straighten it out. That guy should try listening and asking some questions before jumping on his keyboard and start working on something we don't want/can't use.

I've read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows completely. I'm reading meta and thoughts about it here and there, to see what other people think. Enjoying that.

I have the book! YAY.

WTH elections.

14,5 percent for Lijst Dedeckere (in my region)? The chairman is a pompous and completely loathsome character who cares nothing for safety or solidarity. Who the heck votes for that goddamn right-wing party? Jeezes.


I voted differently than last election day, and my previous party is losing heavily. Muahahaha. So much fun.

Recurring dreams are so nasty. They're less like nightmares, and more like unwanted visitors in the middle of the night. I have a set of recurring dreams for almost every anxiety. I'm perfectly all right during the day, and then I live out my fears at night. The current anxiety is probably the fear of not getting finished with my project or of not succeeding (pretty slim chance!).

Anyhow, I like being a blonde, slim woman on the run. You should have seen me in that bathroom (why were there bunker-like steps in a pink bathroom?), outwitting the persons following me. Off course, I was infected with some dooms-day virus... Less fun. And the food was almost non-existent. Two points for two measly little candy-thingies? The horror!

Recurring dreams are also quite boring. Waking up with "I've had that dream already" is quite disappointing and not a good start to the day. I'm trying to dream-walk to change the all-too-familiar dream, but it hasn't happened yet.

I don't mind dreams where I get burnt alive, have to chase bad guys, die in car crashes... But I don't want to dream about sex anymore!

I wake up exhausted. *Everybody* wanted to have sex.

And no simple sex either. Complicated sex. There were ... things I had to use. No idea what they were, but people were very upset with me when I couldn't understand what they were for.

God, no more sex! Let me die in my dreams. Very peaceful. I wake up completely alive.

The father of one of my classmates died tuesday's. Heart problems, epileptic attack and then something went wrong in his brain.

Today I watched a lady on her bike get run over by a truck. I think I saw it all, but I just can't remember it. I *do* remember the sound of metal getting bent out of shape, and dragged across the tarmac. I didn't know what to do. I was across the street (I'd need to cross two roads to get to her). People closer by called an ambulance right away and she had some people helping her. Normally I can't see that far away when I'm not wearing glasses, but I swear I could see the grooves in the truck's tired. The lady was definitely still alive. Good set of lungs on her. I've been thinking about her all day long. Why was that big giant truck riding in the middle of town?

It is definitely not my week.

Happy birthday, rane_ab!

I hope it's a good one. ;)