spitting fire

A gloomy day it has been. Still is. A Scottish standard for weather and a doomsday mood here. I could blame others but shall not. Instead, I admit that Tobi has things sorted in his life and we should all learn something from him!

On Friday, remember, he flew to Hungary in search of his fire and returned with another one he picked up from the dragon fire pit. A would be tourist attraction if not for all the wondering and circling dragons in the area who scare the faint hearted into not even hearing of the place, ever. Similar fears like the snoring house dragon under the bed. Anyway, he returned exhausted and spent Saturday sleeping on the top of the fridge, his head carefully wedged between the wall and his left side so he wouldn’t have to wake up with his hanging head accidentally getting caught by the door inside the fridge while one of us is getting milk or the butter out.

The point is the resting! I have met many people over the last couple of days who don’t do such thing - student kinds at the end of term. A terrible sight every single one of them, mild case or somewhat more serious of sleep deprivation inflicted upon themselves voluntarily or by impossible (or very possible but for a long time ignored) deadlines. Of course Tobi has it easy, no school, no job, no kids… he has the time to rest. On the contrary I have job and no school at the time but have the kid and the weekend to work and in the evening act as if it is weekend for me too and hang out with the students for whom it is. Consequently this morning looking in the mirror I realised that the sleep deprivation is showing on me rather well. A reason for gloom.

To continue and develop the fantastic start I have spent my shift with a day long argument about sharing work load, having been accused of being slow and lazy eventually I lost it. When I loose my temper… often takes a long time, I get angry. I raise my voice, etc. Often I acquire an Irish accent as well.

The work shift turned into a testosterone fuelled argument over the question of who is the better cleaner - as Tobi nicely summarised it to me on the way home. He has been mostly entertained all trough it squealing and rolling on the floor with laughter. He says that next time when in Hungary he will pick up couple more fires, such day like this one cold be ever more so interesting and entertaining. For him. He will also make sure to bring the camera to work in the future, especially if he’s got the fires from Hungary. He does have a dragon sense of humour.