We’re jammed in like sardines. Making things feel more unfair is the fact that one of our R&D sections across the building has a nice airy feel to it with lots of space between work stations and a little fika lounging area complete with a sofa. Our section is crammed in, with half of people’s workstations and bookcases taking up space in the aisles. I have almost nothing good to say about anything today, at least when it comes to work and open landscaping. The only thing that has made me moderately pleased is that my workspace is arranged to my satisfaction and I don’t have my back to traffic.
I want to play music SO bad. đ This is going to drive me to buy an ipod or at least a little mp3 player with earphones. If I have to listen to the never-ceasing hum of other people’s conversation without let for the rest of my Ericsson career, I’ll go insane.
It’s all every bit as bad as I was hoping it wouldn’t be. Perhaps I’ll become immune and droid-like, beyond caring. Perhaps I’ll go postal. Or, since I don’t work at the post office, perhaps I’ll go telecommunicatal.
However, this made me smile: Animals on the Underground
My idiot brain: Someone near me is eating an orange. The smell is overpowering, in a good way. It smells SO good. I say, “Mmmm, det luktar orange,” to my colleague over the bookcases. pause She says, “Menar du, det luktar apelsin? Jag tror inte att fĂ€rger luktar nĂ„gonting.” Manic laughter from me ensues as I realize my mistake.*
*Translation: I said, “Mmmm, it smells like orange.” She replied, “Do you mean it smells like oranges? I don’t think colors smell like anything.” In Swedish, the word for the color orange is orange (pronounced or-anj) but the word for the FRUIT is apelsin.