Monday, December 05, 2022

Time Thieves

This past Friday and Saturday was another one dedicated to MBA modules. This means that I only had Saturday night and Sunday off by means of a meagre excuse of a mini-weekend anyway and since I decided to get my fourth Covid jab right after my lecture on Saturday my productivity level the day after was lower than usual. Unlike after my previous vaccinations I felt as if I had been run over by a bus on Sunday. Combined with the fact that it gets dark around 4 p.m. already the day seemed to barely have happened. Much as I like Christmas traditions and baking, I am really not a fan of those short winter days that make me want to go into hibernation and wake up in July. It's even more depressing on days when I work from home at the "ranch" and didn't get to go for a walk during the (short) day. Going for a walk when it's pitch dark already and you are not sure if you're about to step into dog poo or you might get hit by a car is not such a great option, really. 

Monday, November 28, 2022

Senior Student

When I was at university in the 1990s my peers and myself made fun of what were known as the "senior students": fellow students considerably older than us, mostly retired already. I guess I fall in that category myself now, even though MBA students tend to be older, per se of course. My mum recently asked me if I found that studying was harder now that I was older and it's not that, but the, let's call it study environment could not be more different than it was back then. Obviously computers were already around when I submitted my first thesis and I wrote it on my laptop, but research was what you did in the brick-and-mortar library.  Going there, taking out books or making photocopies of huge chunks of the books you wanted to cite, was just part of the deal. All my study books were actual, physical books too. Now I have access to a gazillion of online resources, which is waaaay more convenient. I do not , however, want to print out all the .pdfs I download. Reading them on my screen is not quite the same thing I find and overall the fact that most aspects of the courses (apart from the classroom-sessions) are digital almost feels a little banal in the sense that it is very similar to my day job that is spent in front of my computer for the largest part. 
PS: I don't knit when writing a paper. This picture was taken last week when I took part in a webinar and was itching to multi-task...

Monday, November 21, 2022

Lockdown Nostalgia


This might be a very controversial statement, but I suffer from occasional lockdown nostalgia, or more specifically, WINTER lockdown nostalgia. Contrary to what this photo suggests, I don't miss having to "style" Highflyer's hair with an electric trimmer because haircutting is not really my talent, nor passion. What I do miss is the simplicity of life and quiet domestic bliss of the past two winters when nobody was expected to do anything or go anywhere with anyone in the run-up to Christmas. No obligations, no FOMO, no calendar-juggling. 
This is not to say that I am not extremely thankful for the pandemic slowly morphing into an endemic disease, but it is as it is, I quite frequently think back wistfully to my uneventful existence in the tightly sealed suburban bubble-for-two.

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Home is Where the T-Shirt is Not

For about 1.5 years a.ka. the Lockdown Era, I only sporadically visited my flat in Vienna as my main residence was Highflyer's house. I actually liked the simplicity of having fewer things around me and it felt like an extended holiday for the longest time. Now that I am partly back to the (brick and mortar) office and spend more time in the city it seems like an eternal ferrying back and forth of clothes, shoes and other items. Sure, I have long since bought duplicates of all my favourite kitchen appliances and the "country house" is now better equipped for culinary endeavours as I have much more space there. Also, I have parked most of my casual clothes there as I don't put on fancy clothes for home office. However, it sometimes happens that the very thing I was going to reach for happens to be at the respective other place. It may be only a 30-40 mins car journey, depending on traffic, but is still feels weird at times to divide my time between two places. It's absolutely a first world problem to have a "bonus home", but at times I do feel a little torn and not quite at home at either locations. Judging by the contents of my fridge, my flat in Vienna has long become the step child in this patchwork family...

Monday, November 07, 2022


So. I spent a night at a lovely hotel with a gourmet restaurant and a pool (outdoor, alas) at the weekend, but it was neither a romantic retreat with hubs, nor a girly weekend, either but the kick-off of my MBA programme. I got handed my student ID (LOL, makes me feel 22 again in a way) a huge pile of business books with titles that make my brain go numb and I already am in the middle of pre-work and post-work assignments, so there's really no going back now. Thankfully the crowd (5 out of 13 participants are actually colleagues of mine) is nice and it's a refreshing change of doing training with company people only, so all in all it's something to look forward to...minus all those lost weekends still about to happen, and I am not talking about the partying kind.

Monday, October 31, 2022

Small Town Girl(s)

The second half of last week I was in Klagenfurt. I didn't do all that much as I also combined it with 2 homeoffice days, but on Thursday after work I met a former team mate from my current job. She is Viennese, born and raised and had moved to Klagenfurt shortly after meeting her (Carinthian-based) partner online last spring. She's now hardly ever in her flat in Vienna that she purchased less than a year before and has become a true local in the Southern provincial capital, knowing way more bars and restaurants than I do. I'm sure that if anyone had asked her at the beginning of her dating journey if she was ready to move to a small town more than 300 kms from Vienna right after closing the deal on her new home she would have denied it...pretty much like I would never have imagined feeling so comfortable in a semi-detached house in the suburbs. Life's script has some surprising and strange chapters in store for you, but that's what's so exciting once you decide to go with the flow and embrace discovering new sides of yourself.

Monday, October 24, 2022

Back to School


At the tender age of 50 I am back at university with my inbox full of e-mails informing me about special offers at the canteen and mental health offers for students. The MBA programme I am enrolled in is in co-operation with an Austrian university and I am now on their mailing list, which means that I am getting all their spam information. I have also already downloaded the chapters of the book I am supposed to read before the first module and have realised that my procrastination tendencies have worsened over the years, if anything as my "aw, I'll just wing it" confidence has definitely grown over the years. In other words, I'll probably just skim through those hundreds of pages a few days before, ahem. Whether this is a positive development, or not, remains to be seen...I shall report.

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