Blogging is so much fun that I am thinking about quitting my job. While writing my blog at work I am all the time interrupted by too social colleagues or irritating clients. Give me some peace, please! But then, being a person loving material stuff like shoes and bags, I cannot live without my salary. Maybe I could just shorten even more the hours I spend at the office ? I have already with great success managed to fade away such conventional terms as “working hours” on my behalf. Nobody knows what time I am supposed to come to the office, leave home again, and which days I am working. In fact, I don’t know it myself either anymore. In the morning when I wake up, not for ringing of the alarm clock but for the wonderful silence when the rest of the family for hours ago has left the house, I used to be a little bit troubled until I found a perfect solution. I simply take a coin, if “head or tales” can be used at Championships League final to decide which one of teams gets to kick the ball first, it definitely can be used for this daily banality. So “heads” means it is my day off, “tales” that it is a day I am supposed to work at home, and if for some particular reason the coin will be standing up, I have to go to the office.
So from now on I will just quite briefly pop in the office. I go to my desk so that my nearest colleagues see that I am there. Then I laugh a couple of times very loudly so my colleagues in the other departments also know me being there (they always say that they can hear I am back from holiday). And just before leaving the office, I will irritate my boss by going over her desk and making fun of her exaggerated use of “I hvert fald” (‘at least’). Stupid of me? Not at all, just my long term plan for getting rich. As I don’t at my age have much chance finding a rich man I must find other ways for getting rich. So I hope that one fine day my boss will be so irritated at me that she will kick me in the ass. Then I will sue her and the company for sexual harassment. As I am a hetero woman, I expect this lesbian act to provoke a many doubled compensation (nobody knows about my crush on Juliette Binoche).
My boss is though demonstrating an annoying patience with me. This can go on for years! So I haven’t totally given up the rich men. I have just ordered from Amazon.com “Yearbook 2008 – available rich, blind men”.
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Nu får du en kommentar fra mig for en gangs skyld, og den er egentlig bare et par gode råd. Det er mig fuldstændig ubegribeligt, at hele Danmarks befolkning opfører sig som galejslaver, hvis højeste ønske er at få en ekstra åre. Hvad blev der af "the noble art of leisure" - den kunst, som jeg (og tilsyneladende også du) dyrker med stort mesterskab. Men selv mestre kan trænge til inspiration, så hvis du ikke allerede har været der, så prøv at læse Corinne Maiers "bonjour paresse" - en praktisk guide til, hvordan man bevarer status, anseelse og løn på jobbet, samtidig med at man absolut intet fornuftigt foretager sig. Timothy Ferris' "The 4 hour workweek" har også flere gode teknikker, men han er ikke helt så radikal som Maier, fordi han stadig tager arbejde alvorligt.
Udover det: sjovt at se DIN blog; det giver en fascinerende nærhed med mennesker, som man ellers intet ved om.
Nu var det altså ikke mening at en litterær mand som dig læser min blog med kvindeplatheder. At du flejner over Politikens Lørdagsliv, ja, du må ligefrem græde nu.
Men tak for tippet med de to bøger, dem må jeg få læst hurtigst muligt. Som du siger, selv mestre trænger til inspiration, og jeg behøver råd hvordan jeg udvider min 10 ugers årlig ferie til 32 uger.
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