I forgot to set my alarm clock last night. Odd. I can't remember that ever happening before.

Luckily I only overslept by 7 minutes. I guess that's the upside to having a weak bladder.

Then the bus drove right past me at the bus stop. It looked like one of those days where everything would go wrong.

Luckily the bus stopped 10 metres down the road and I got on okay. I guess the driver just overlooked me and the little boy waiting at the bus stop. And then when he drove past us some of the other passengers must have alerted him to the fact that he's supposed to stop at the stops. Interesting concept.

Work went okay. Stil working with Lars on our little project. Still not my favourite guy. We were sitting out in the room outside our office. It has a little table and it has the only bath room in the building. So it's where everybody goes all the time. There was a girl from the bar. She was having her lunch. So we talked to her a bit. Or rather, Lars talked to her while I sat and watched.

He was complaining that Sanne keeps giving him little tasks to do so he doesn't have time to work on his job applications. And the bar girl said that he could just skip a day or two from work to get writing and stuff. And Lars said that his "work ethic" didn't allow him that, he felt that if you're able to go to work then you should. Haha. That made me smile on the inside. His work ethic isn't very good. He's like I used to be. Taking every chance to stay away. A couple of weeks ago Sanne had Thursday and Friday off. And she told us in advance. Who didn't show up for work those days? Lars. Who wasn't surprised at that? Everybody else in the office.

And later he was talking about some computer game that's coming out on February 11th I think. I didn't catch the title. But he said outright that he's not going to come to work that day and that he's told Sanne about it too. So work ethic my butt.

But at least he didn't recite Mein Kampf.

The girl was nice though. She was messing around with some drink dispenser thing. I don't know what it's called. It was up from the bar. But they're throwing it out so she wanted to take it home. It's one of those things that hang on the wall and then you put bottles on it and you can put a glass under and press the glass up on the nozzle and it fills the glass. And things like that. She was purdie. I wish I could have asked her out. Or you know, talked to her. Looked in her eyes without looking down immediately.

Nah, who wants that anyway. Girls are trouble.