Bob Dylan get’s the Nobel Prize for Literature. Well, of course. Makes totally sense … Not mocking Dylan’s skills and talent, but shouldn’t be this price for authors, not song-maker? People that actually create literature, not songs? Because if it’s fine to award this gifted song-maker, others would deserve this honor as well. But don’t we have...
As long as you can laugh about your own stupidity, it’s not too bad.
Instead of fighting my (unhealthy) bio-rhythm I can’t really change (obviously) every day, being pissed and angry with and about myself every day, I finally should accept it and make it work. So I’m not working like others – who cares? If I can make it work somehow for me, then that’s who I am, how I work.
Ben – fucking deal with it!
Free WLAN is a fine thing – when it works. Otherwise it’s just annoying and a pain in the ass.
I don’t feel comfortable yet. And it’s not even feeling as a strange that frustrates me right now. It’s the environment, the feeling of… incompleteness? I don’t know. First of all, I need a bigger desk and don’t feel so cramped. I need to enter the Ben-Modus again. Deliver. Do something. But right now, I can’t really concentrate there. That’s a big...
I hate feeling unproductive. Watching the hours go by. Of course this was my first day and I don’t even have access to everything I need, but I wanna get into it right away. Feel productive, needed, yes valuable.