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Now that's much better
Jun. 11th, 2013 11:59 amIt's incredible, the difference a mere twelve hours of sleep make. Well, eleven and a half, interrupted (twice or three times, I don't remember clearly) for food/liquid intake and a cursory glance at the tv before sinking back into sweet oblivion.
R&R would have been even nicer, had not the company that monitors our alarm system called me shortly before 5 p.m., because the alarm was sounding.
Whom do I have to thank for that?
Of course. Gerald.
Even though I've never formulated it in so many words, it seems pretty clear to me that the last (Austrian) person to leave the Embassy has to check whether all the doors are properly closed and locked. (Motion sensors aren't all over the building, because some parts are accessible to local staff and police attaché, so we're talking about exactly five doors to inner offices, where there are sensors) Yesterday, Gerald was the last to leave, and he obviously didn't check on the first floor. So, when the police attaché's assistant left, he was detected by a motion sensor and the alarm went off. I'm in charge of the emergency phone right now, which means I had to get decent, go down to the Embassy, lock the door in question, and reset the alarm.
It's a lucky thing that I have a modicum of control over myself, because what I really wanted to do was call Gerald and bite his head off. I waited till this morning, though, and wrote a short, noncommital email to both him and Irene, stating that the last to leave etc. etc.
Unsurprisingly Irene was already starting with the self-flagellation, when I told her that it wasn't really for or about her, but that it seemed only fair to remind them both.
Nothing else to report, except that I'm feeling very feminine today, because I'm wearing a very swishy, full skirt.
Oh, and the water stored in the subcutaneous tissue around my ribs and waist is gone. I know it's a mere side effect of the bleeding hormones (no pun intended) playing crazy, but while it's there it's undeniably there and I hate it. It's also very easy to slip into a "oh well, I'm fat anyway, so why not just have another ... (whatever)..." when I see all that plumpness in the mirror. So now it's back to discipline.
R&R would have been even nicer, had not the company that monitors our alarm system called me shortly before 5 p.m., because the alarm was sounding.
Whom do I have to thank for that?
Of course. Gerald.
Even though I've never formulated it in so many words, it seems pretty clear to me that the last (Austrian) person to leave the Embassy has to check whether all the doors are properly closed and locked. (Motion sensors aren't all over the building, because some parts are accessible to local staff and police attaché, so we're talking about exactly five doors to inner offices, where there are sensors) Yesterday, Gerald was the last to leave, and he obviously didn't check on the first floor. So, when the police attaché's assistant left, he was detected by a motion sensor and the alarm went off. I'm in charge of the emergency phone right now, which means I had to get decent, go down to the Embassy, lock the door in question, and reset the alarm.
It's a lucky thing that I have a modicum of control over myself, because what I really wanted to do was call Gerald and bite his head off. I waited till this morning, though, and wrote a short, noncommital email to both him and Irene, stating that the last to leave etc. etc.
Unsurprisingly Irene was already starting with the self-flagellation, when I told her that it wasn't really for or about her, but that it seemed only fair to remind them both.
Nothing else to report, except that I'm feeling very feminine today, because I'm wearing a very swishy, full skirt.
Oh, and the water stored in the subcutaneous tissue around my ribs and waist is gone. I know it's a mere side effect of the bleeding hormones (no pun intended) playing crazy, but while it's there it's undeniably there and I hate it. It's also very easy to slip into a "oh well, I'm fat anyway, so why not just have another ... (whatever)..." when I see all that plumpness in the mirror. So now it's back to discipline.
