I have been a slow worker ever since I can remember. I got through school by making use of my natural intelligence. I got into trouble in university because when left to myself, I’m not terribly good at Getting Shit Done and if I don’t employ a host of tricks, hacks and strategies, I suck at time management. I tend to be late, and I’ve got zero sense of time. I’m a night owl. But somehow I managed to graduate.
When I started my first job, things stopped going so well. Continue reading
Something personal: I’ll be travelling next week for a potential new job. If it turns out they want me, things can get very, very hectic: I’ll then be moving to the other end of the country within a few weeks.
It has nothing to do with music, it will be a pure bread-winning job, but I’m fine with the concept of a day job – as long as it leaves some time and energy for the things I want to do, such as music.
I have been dreaming about leaving Berlin for so long. Now that it begins looking like a thing that could happen for real, I sometimes doubt it – but then, I have been living with the nagging “I should get a better job” for way too long, and the feeling of “I’m coming home” as soon as I crossed Frankfurt am Main in southerly direction has been a reliable constant in the past years. The perspective of having the job-search off my shoulders looks like a huge relief. Continue reading