Paying attention to my surroundings

February 1, 2015

Ah, it’s that time of the year again, Fat Tuesday, this year it’s celebrated the 17th of February, but the traditional Fastlagsbullen, has already been selling for a couple of weeks.

Fastlagsbullen is easily one of my favourite desserts, I’ve always had a soft spot for whipped cream, so really anything with a lot of whipped cream is a big plus for me. I’ve already eaten around 9 fastlagsbullor these last few weeks, and every one of them have been delicious.

Fastlagsbulle or Semla

I’ve also found a bakery-chain that excels in their fastlagsbulle-making, it’s called Gateau, I’ve decided to pronounce it [ɡeɪt-ɛw], much to Paulina’s disappointment, because it’s apparently French, and should be pronounced [ɡɑ.to] and it means sponge cake. Even though I like languages, French is not on my top 100 languages I’d like to learn, come to think of it, it’s probably not on my top 200 languages, so I’ll keep pronouncing it any way I like, thank you very much.

Anyway, their fastlagsbullor are great, sadly, I’m not the only one who likes them, and they’re usually sold out before I get out of work, so I’ve been having to buy them from my grocery store.

Not aware of my surroundings

As I was going to work this week, I did my normal routine, woke up, brushed my teeth, headed out. I took the subway, as I do every morning, when I arrived at Slussen (the nearest subway station) I proceeded to walk the last few blocks up to Mosebacke. The one thing I hate in the morning is slow walking people, people that really don’t care about anything but themselves.

I had one of these slow-walkers in front of me, and I didn’t get a chance to walk past him, as lady-luck wasn’t awoke this early, he was going to the same building as I were. The elevators had just left the bottom floor, so I decided that I’d rather walk up the stairs then waiting for the elevator with the sloth that had slowed me down.

Sadly, the guy had made the same choice (probably hating the idea of sharing an elevator with a stressed person), of course the guy, in some kind of freak accident, ended up ahead of me. He took one step for each flight of stairs, while he simultaneously played around with his phone, I walked behind him, cursing under my breath. At the same time I noticed that somebody was behind me, and I felt a bit worried thinking that the person behind me thought I was the one slowing down. As we got to the first floor, Mr. Sloth’s office, he stopped at the last flight of the stairs and started looking for his keys, blockading the path for the rest of us — this is when I had a sudden urge of just pushing him out of the way (I did constrain myself).

I got past him and took double steps and practically ran to the second floor, only to not annoy the person behind me any further. I got in to the office, threw off my jacket on my chair, and went for the coffee machine. I greeted Anders, and at the same time I saw Johan and greeted him as well.

Later in the day Johan told me that he was a bit surprised that I hadn’t noticed him that morning, apparently, he was the person behind me, and he had walked behind me all the way from Slussen. I’m known to be a bit paranoid, I like security, I like encryption, I try my best to keep up to date with secure practices. I’m also known for not seeing people on the streets, I could walk by Paulina without noticing her. But it’s a bit alarming that I didn’t notice Johan at all; I looked over my shoulders multiple times, and in the stairs Johan was only like a half meter behind me.

I need to start paying attention to my surroundings. I had concentrated too much on the person in front of me, being annoyed, and was unable to spend any energy on the people around me — I’ll have to see if I can change this.