how do you know i am about to move from one continent to the other?
this is how:
that space that used to house my bed
about an hour ago i sold my bed and that unused space you see above is where it used to be. the feeling of not having a bed is a very strange one. don’t worry, i do have something to sleep on (a couch and as alternative a blow-up mattress with a hole in it so i am unsure how long the air in it will actually last). but my comfy bed who has been with me for 8 years or so is gone…sniff. i feel a little shelterless. not homeless because i have a home. my bed has always been a center for me. it’s the one place where i am calm, can relax, and i love to sleep. now i have to deal with the sleeping arrangements i have…
by the way, another way to be able to tell i will be moving is the mess in the background of the picture. part of it is still the mess from when my apartment was dried due to the many water leaks in the past months. but part is also my effort to go through paperwork, clothes and just plain stuff to sort it into keep and toss piles. folks, that process is more difficult than i thought but i am getting there!
i will distract myself from the void that used to house my bed by doing some window shopping and enjoying a yummy ice cream.
in case you are curious, the mess at work is sort of sorted out. i am back to a 100% bonus (assuming i meet my numbers) and that is something i can live with. my work = my bonus. something i learned from this “situation” is to always, always, always cover your ass. be prepared to and do take meeting notes, write confirmation emails, just put whatever was discussed and agreed on in writing. as one of my co-workers out it “wer schreibt der bleibt” (german for who writes stays). for my meeting in question just me and my boss were present and he has a tendency to…well, let’s say forget what was discussed and what he agreed to. i was not prepared to take notes because it was supposed to be just a 5 minute meeting that then turned into a 45 minute diamonologe. my boss did the talking, not me.
another thing i learned is to not have too close friendships at work. if there is potential for a friendship i will in the future try to develop that outside of work and keep it out of work as best as i can. i don’t want to be in the position again to have someone use the friendship card on me and then try to f*ck me over. sorry for these words but that is exactly what happened. it was said “friend” who came up with the idea to cut my bonus not the boss who she blamed when talking to me.
aaaaaaaanyways, i’m back to 100% and i only have 24 work days left. i can do this! i have to anyways 
my flight countdown is 64 days. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
franzi
