Wolves..

..arriving in Denmark is making me wanna move back.

It's not the job that stresses you..

..It's the time off. I've learned this from starting my new job. I work in an office and whenever I'm there, I'm relaxed.

The reason for this is that the job is now the clearest authority figure in my world. Whenever I'm there, I'm satisfying my master. I'm doing my duty as a citizen. No one can touch me, as long as I'm filling in a position somewhere. Everyone needs me to do this 40 hours a week.

So I do it. With pleasure. It gives me a security.

But when I'm off, when I have to leave the office, the stress kicks in. All I can think about is that I need to go back. I need to get all my relaxing done before the next morning. So I rush home. I'm pushing people I don't even know on the tube and the bus. "I've payed my dues people! Get out of my way!"

I'm in such a hurry to get home to relax. I rarely realize, how much I could relax on the time I'm travelling. Sometimes I look at streets I pass and think: "I've never been down that street, maybe I should. It looks nice. After all I see it everyday." Only to rush by it the very next morning.

It would probably be terrible to go down that street. I might meet some of the people, I kick on the tube. They might interrupt my relaxation. Maybe I would have to go back and let them interrupt even more. It's probably best to stay on the bus. At least there's a seat for me here.

I feel so stressed on my days off, because I know that I need to go back to my master. He's the only one, who really needs me. He's the man in my life. My man. The MAN. There's no time for other people in my life.

I feel bad when I let my master down. I hate it, when I come in late, and it's not my fault. This happened once, when another person from the working force had stepped out on the rails. One life was ended and everyone else had their life paused for 25 minutes, until we again could continue our journey towards our positions.

Everyone was more stressed. There was more pushing, than I've experienced before. Everyone was very annoyed with the delay and having to let their master down.

But here on my day off, I think I might have a solution to this problem. If we take it that at least 1000 persons was delayed by this incident, the math looks like this:

1 (life) = 1000 (persons) x 25 (minutes delayed) = 25000 (total minutes delayed)

This might not be interesting on it's own, but try to compare it to this:

1000 (persons) x 5 (minutes talking to a stranger)

= 5000 (minutes spend on getting to know another member of the working force) = 0 (life)

As it occur here, we could save 20000 minutes and 1 life altogether. Of course this is only a theory. It hasn't been tested, but I'll try to do it. In between relaxing.

It's been a while..

But now I think my blog has finished mourning the loss of Amy. I have moved on myself, too.

I've been living in London since around August. Here I'm trying to establish myself with more loose ends than ever. They way I've lived so far, I should have seen it coming.


I'm not unsatisfied with this either. I have a job and I carry a smile around most days. I mainly came down here to do this:

I've also started an open mic night with my friend Scott Merrington. It's called Danish Bacon Comedy. We didn't choose the name, but I like it. Danish and bacon is one of my favourite food-combos.

You should come by one day.