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It's a little surreal - the day after tomorrow the book fair starts. I'm sure I forgot something incredibly important. And just after the fair we have our conference. I spent one effin whole day getting all those effin figures no one reads. Meh.

I was just getting more comfortable at work - when bossman had the end-of-probation-period-talk with me and told me "we're not yet where we want to be so what about two months more probation period?". Yeah, of course I said it was okay, what did he expect? Honestly. It's okay, he had a pont, I know that. But really, he couldn't have told me that a few weeks earlier? I felt like a complete idiot. And insecure. And a little hurt, too.
I have the suspicion that he likes to play games. The patronising kind, the I-have-you-totally-figured-out kind of games. He's okay, but I somehow have the feeling he's a little too full of himself.

In spite of (or because of?) work being busy and a little stressful I'm trying to have some real life, too, at the moment. More than I had for a while. Going to concerts, the opera, theatre ... First was a comedian, then an amazing violin concerto (Eroica) and another comedian.
Now, book fair and afterwards more concerts and finally opera again. Ha!