I hate lazy Saturdays.

You know those days when you wake up late and you don't feel like doing something? Occasionally, I like days like these. Especially on Sunday. But it's no fun on a Saturday. I'm still in my trainers and I haven't left my couch.

Tuesday is the 1st of March already. My head-goal for this month is to manage my time and finances better. February was a progressive month, but I can always do better. Actually it's kind of sick how I manage my time. Here's an overview of how I do this:

- On a monthly base: I have a pocket diary where I write down all major events + my work-schedule.

- On a weekly base: Every Monday-morning (or Sunday-evening) when I'm on the bus/train, I make my weekly planning. It's a resume about the main events per day and the division of tasks over the week.

- On a daily base: (only on week-days) I have this pocket-notebook where I write down to-do-lists for that day. These contain small tasks, routines, etc.

February, 23th.

So, I promised earlier that I would explain to you guys what my issues were/are at work.

So in a H&M-store you have a shop-manager, some floor-managers and below them the Sales Advisors. We used to have 2 Floor-managers, Christel and Vanessa. It was a very pleasant time, until Vanessa had to go to the store at Wijnegem Shopping Center. Head Office Belgium directed another Floor to our shop, also a Vanessa. That's where it all went wrong.

The new Vanessa was really really annoying. She was always commanding people what to do, but she never did shit. Christel and the old Vanessa were always helping us with the everyday-tasks. But the new Vanessa never did something. This resulted in unfinished work, stress, hostility,... She's always unkind and selfish.

After one week, I was already fed up with her. So I went to Nadia, our shop-manager, to tell her about what was going on. I don't want to be a toddler or something, but this was really effecting my mood and work. So I thought it was for the better.

Someone else is going to replace her Monday, I am curious about her.

We'll see, I guess. And for now, I'm enjoying my work again.

Usuwa.

Wauw, I really should get into posting again. It's been 12 days already since my last.

A lot has changed recently. (this has become a very common line in my posts) Saturday, I turned 19. That's the same age Adele was, when her first studio album was released. (Can you tell that I am slightly obsessed with her? - ) Last week, on Wednesday, I met up with Alina again. I hadn't seen her since November or something. I really started to miss her since she was my best friend in high school (one of the very few). I arranged reservations for breakfast at a small coffee-shop in Antwerp. It was all about Fair-trade products and materials. I really liked it all. The lady was very friendly and a bit alternative in a way as well. If you are interested, you can find the address down below.

I will tell you about my issues at work in a next post which will be here soon (I hope)

Address Usuwa Coffee-place:

Kasteelpleinstraat 53

2000 Antwerp(en)

Belgium.

I'm sitting here.

Listening to Adele's 'Turning Tables'.

A bit emotional, but happy in a way.

I'm alone and I'm drinking red wine.

- Wine is never good for me.

Yesterday, in the bus, I wrote the following:

(it's in Dutch, je m'excuse)

Wie je tegenkomt op de trein.

Ik hoorde dat je me vergeven hebt.

Nooit gedacht dat dat zou gebeuren.

De jongen die altijd maar struikelde,

en zich maar met moeite kon rechtkrabbelen.

Toch sta ik nu oog in oog met je.

Het doet geen pijn,

en er verschijnt een glimlach op mijn gezicht.

Jij glimlacht nu ook.

Door de tranen in mijn ogen zie ik je niet scherp.

Maar ik weet dat je er bent.

De wereld raast aan een snel tempo door je heen.

Maar het kan jou niet deren.

Je hebt dezelfde kleren aan als mij.

En dezelfde bril.

En vreemd genoeg zit er ook zo'n onnatuurlijke krul in je haren.

De glimlach verdwijnt. Ik ijl.

Dag vriend.

Dag zielsverwant.

Het ga je goed.

Finally, a normal and boring post!

It's the second of February already! It's hard to get how quick time is passing by. I haven't been able to post something about my every-day life in January because of the Stockholm-series and the general business. January was a very busy month. Despite the fact that most people have spend tons of money on holidays it was extremely busy during the sales-period.

So today was 'season start'. It's a intern term used at H&M to mark the beginning of the spring-season. I had to start working at 8.30, but I didn't really work. In the kitchen we got breakfast from the management. And then, they explained what this season is going to be all about, what our focuses are, which campaigns will run during the next six months, etc. It was quite interesting.

But enough about work. I ran into a guy I've known for a while today. I didn't really know him very well, but he invited me for a drink in a local bar. I agreed on it, and even though people have a lot of prejudgments about him, he's actually quite cool. We had a lot of technical conversations (which were quite hard for me, since I woke up at 5.40am this morning and I have been running around ever since). We talked about different ways to relax: Playing the guitar, writing, ... This made me realize it was quite some time ago that I made a new poem. So, to end this post with: here's a short collection of words I wrote.

He talked with ignorance on his tongue.

Pride was never far away.

Words to provoke fear.

Words to dominate.

Eyes of joy.

Cheeks of happiness.

Teeth of wisdom.

Face of arrogance.

I sit here with a yellow halo around me.

Listening to the words.

Labeled as afraid.

Looked upon as minor.

Yet.

My head hits the clouds.

A smile of disbelieve.

Steady as a rock.