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Moving on…

14 Feb

Today was my last day in my current job. I handed in my resignation just before New Year, after I had accepted a job offer from another company. At the time, I was worried I had made the wrong choice: now I am just itching to get started at the new place.

I know, however, that the grass isn’t always greener. Of course, when you are looking for a new job, it is because you are not happy in your current one. When ever anyone describes a new job or a new company, it instantly sounds amazing and so much better than what you are currently doing. That is not very often the case though.

There is always a honeymoon period for anything that is new. In a new job it takes you six to nine months to get used to the new commute, the people and to get your head around the tasks that you need to understand and get completed. After this time, everything becomes a bit more routine. I work in finance after all, so there isn’t much room to be so creative. You spend a lot of time doing the same tasks over and over again every month. That is the nature of the beast.

Like a marriage, the longer you can prolong the honeymoon period, the longer the job will last. I have a feeling that this new job could go the distance. Without boring you too much, I will be joining a very young organisation, where there needs to be a lot of new systems implemented and old systems made to be more efficient. It sounds right up my street and this is something that I can really see myself enjoying.

This is highly dependent on, however, my expectation and if they are in line with the truth. Interviews are funny things because the organisation is trying to sell themselves to the candidates and vice versa. Of course, you don’t tell them something undesirable. If everyone in the department has quit because the coffee machine is broken, they won’t tell you this in the interview. Even so, I do have a good feeling about this new challenge. And if the coffee machine is broken, I will just drink tea, like I normally do. Problem Solved!

My new office is not far away from my old office so I can still keep in touch with colleagues and meet them for lunch once in a while.

For once in my life, I will not be hopping from one job to the next. I have my South America trip first before settling down to life in the Real World.

They say that a change is as good as a rest. I will be having a rest and then a change. I might be ready for world domination by August…


Testing times

10 Feb

On the first Wednesday of February each year, the sirens are tested across Switzerland. Even though the testing is publicised in the newspaper, radio and television to remind people that it is just a test, I had completely forgotten this week until the piercing sounds rang out at about lunchtime. The sirens last for about one minute and sounds about as apocolyptic as it gets. I have no idea what tourists think when suddenly all of the sirens begin.

I can’t even begin to imagine what it would have been like to be alive in the blitz and to hear these sirens again and again, day after day. I also find it about surprising that a country that hasn’t been to war in over 500 years feels the need to have a general alert signal but we have nothing like this back in England. I guess we would have to just rely on social media and the BBC to tell us if a state of emergency had been declared.

In the current political climate, it is easy to see why such practices still take place. Virtually every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is check the news to make the rest of the world hasn’t been destroyed by one of our world leaders accidentally pressing a button that they shouldn’t have.

When my friend came to stay last weekend, she was surprised that we had a nuclear bunker built into the house. The entire population of Switzerland can be accomodated in nuclear bunkers with a reinforced steel door, if the need arises. This might seem paranoid but people in the UK were still building nuclear bunkers into the 1980s. The bunkers are also checked periodically as well. Inside they have a built-in radio so that messages can be relaid about what it happening and when it is safe to leave the bunker.

Our nuclear bunker is actually what we use as a basement now. So, if we did have to go down there and shelter, we would be sharing the space with ski equipment, bikes, recycling that needs to be taken to the recycling centre and a nice collection of wine. I remain hopeful that these things are like travel insurance: you have it just in case but you never have to use it. Let’s hope it stays that way.

Weekend Wanderings

31 Jan

It already seems like the weekend was an age ago. I had a visitor staying with me over the weekend so things were a bit full on. My friend, Jenny, who I have been friends with for longer than I can remember, arrived on Friday lunchtime. I always enjoy having people to come and stay with me because it means that I get to take some time off work and show people the sights and do things I wouldn’t normally do.

After she arrived and we had had lunch, we caught the train to Zürich’s very own mountain, Uetliberg (all 800 meters of it!). From the top, you can get a great view of the whole city – from the airport to the city centre to the lake. I have been many times with many people and, obviously, the view is heavily dependent on the weather. Although it wasn’t the best weather I have seen while I was up there – that honour goes to my brother, who visited in August 2016 when the weather was just phenomenal – it was still impressive.

After a short walk and a quick beer while we waited for the train, we went to the FIFA Football Museum. I haven’t been there before and I have heard mixed reviews about it. I had also heard that they were thinking about closing it down because they don’t have enough visitors. I was pleasantly surprised. There is a lot of memorabila from past World Cups, the actual World Cup that will be presented to the winning team later this year and some great interactive games as well.

At the end of the tour, you can test out your football skills in five different games. Apart from a mum or two, we were the only women there. One man even said to me, after I had completely one of the skills tests with 100% score, “Wow, fair play to you, that was excellent.” Comments like that make me wonder if some men are even aware that women are now entitled to vote! Patronising comments or not, I would recommend the Museum, if ever you are in the area.

We headed home for a Raclette dinner, a few beers and an early-ish night because on Saturday we were up and out to go to visit Mount Rigi in Central Switzerland. Jenny really wanted to see snow but there hasn’t been any in the city for weeks so we had to head high up into the mountains.

The weather on the way up was making me nervous. It was so foggy and it was virtually impossible to see anything out of the train window as we made our way up. At the top it was even worse. I have been to the mountain before but the visibility was so terrible that I couldn’t even find my barrings to navigate our way to the top.

Finally, the fog and the cloud lifted slightly and we (very carefully) made our way to the top over treacherous black ice. The top was incredible. You had to be careful because the snow was so deep that the fences that prevent you from falling over the side of the mountain were completely buried. The top reminded me a little bit of how I imagine the surface of the moon to be. The snow was so compact that it looked like there were craters in places. Plenty of people were also falling over because they only had trainers on but luckily we had sturdy footwear.

I was losing hope that the fog would lift and we would be able to see the Alps. All of a sudden, the sky was crystal clear and the white tops of the mountain were radiant against the backdrop of the blue sky. We spent a while appreciating the view and taking pictures. Seeing Jenny’s utter delight at the mountains reminded me of how lucky I am to live here and for these sights to be right on my doorstep.

After a very gingerly descent down the mountain (but at least it was clear now), we had a bite to eat and headed back down the mountain to go to Lucerne, a place that Jenny has not been before but where I have been several times.

We had a wander around the city, which I always think is completely arresting and so quiet. We arrived at 4pm and noticed that a lot of the shops had already shut. People often complain that shops close early in Zürich but they are definitely open later than that. I do think that it is good that shop staff aren’t expected to work for the whole weekend but it just seems a little too early to me. I did wonder if the companies ever wonder about how much money they have lost through shutting early. They probably don’t give it a second thought; this is Switzerland. Everyone has enough money.

We decided to have one beer in a British pub and see if the football was on. Two football matches and a few-more-than-one beers later, we headed home.

Sunday was more relaxed. We watched the Australian Open final and then had a short walk around where I live. We managed to see some Red Kites, Buzzards and even a little Woodpecker. Jenny got some cracking photos of these too!

It was then time to go to the airport and the weekend was, once again, over far too soon.

Photo an Hour: 20th January 2018

22 Jan

Last Saturday I took part in the first Photo an Hour of 2018. The idea is that you take a photo every hour for a day and published it on social media.

Like last time I have made a summary of the whole day for my blog. Here is what I got up to…

8am: Cuppa to start the day

9am: Catching up on some current affairs

10am: Going for a walk before the rain comes

11am: It’s colder out here than I thought it would be

12pm: Power smoothie for lunch

1pm: Shopping done

2pm: Ok so I went back to the supermarket because this was on offer and I didn’t have the car with me

3pm: I have finally fended off procrastination and I’m doing some writing

4pm: Writing was going nowhere fast so I’m doing some reading

5pm: Getting some dinner ready

6pm: Accident in the kitchen

7pm: Settling down for some television watching

8pm: Still sofa bound but now with hot drink

9pm: Last photo of the day – Writing in my diary

And that was my (fairly uneventful) 20th January 2018.

World Snow Festival 2018

19 Jan

Today I had a day off and, rather than spending the day at home not doing very much, I decided to get out of the house and explore some of Switzerland. If I am brutally honest, I haven’t explored Switzerland half as much as I would like to. It was the perfect opportunity to start to rectify this.

Completely by chance, I saw what this week the World Snow Festival was being held in Grindelwald. So, I decided to head out to see it. It took quite a few train changes to get there but, as I had the whole day to myself, it didn’t really matter. The information on the website was that there were 14 international teams who would be entering. Their task was to make sculptures from snow. The public and a panel of judges could vote for their favourite.

I was quite surprised by how much snow there was as I was heading away from Zurich. Even though it was colder, it was still possible to see a small bit of blue sky poking through the clouds and by the early afternoon the skies were beginning to brighten slightly.

After finally arriving at my final destination, I was more than a bit disappointed. When you hear the word Festival, certain images come to mind, like activities to do and see as well as sights, smells and sounds. The Festival itself was located at the main bus stop next to the train station in Grindelwald. The sculptures were just dotted out where people were waiting for their bus.

And that was it. No more information apart from the information that the teams had written about what they had built and the obligatory plea to beg you to vote for them. It wasn’t clear to me where you could actually vote. No one from the tourist board or the team was there to give more information about the competition. Nada. Nothing. Zilch. So I didn’t vote.

The Slovakian team would have got my vote. Here is their entry.

Yes, it is Scrat, the saber-toothed squirrel, from IceAge who spends his life chasing after an elusive acorn; completely inspired choice of entry! I have no idea how they made it or how long it took but hats off to them.

It struck me that this was a real shame that something that is published on the official Swiss Tourism website isn’t a bit better organised and there aren’t any engaging activities for visitors.

Tonight is the prize giving for the winners so I would imagine that the atmosphere then is a lot different. It could just be that I went at the wrong time. Also it isn’t like Grindelwald is scrapping the barrel for visitors. People flock there every day because it really is stunning. See this photo that I took at the train station before I left to see what I mean.

Photo an Hour

17 Dec

Yesterday I took part in my very first Photo an Hour. The basic premise is very simple. Once a month you take a photo an hour during your day and post this up on social media with the hashtag #photoaday. It means that you can check what other people are up to and is an interesting way to document a normal, or perhaps, a special day.

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you might remember that for 3 years I used to take a photo a day. I still get notifications on Facebook of what I was doing on this day 3 years ago. For a photo a day, you have to get creative because it is not always easy, especially with having a nine-to-five job, and the photos get a bit repetitive.

With photo a day, I must say that my day was a lot more productive than it was the previous Saturday. Last week, I was so tired and a bit ill from all the overtime that I have been doing at work, that I mainly sat in front of the TV, like a zombie all day. I certainly couldn’t post a photo every hour with me in a different position on the sofa.

So here is what I got up to on Saturday 16th December:

8am: Good Morning! Tea and Toast time!

9am: Time to confirm what the neighbours always suspected: I am both a borderline alcoholic and a very tardy recycler

10am: Shopping for Christmas wrapping paper and sparkly things

11am: UK Tax return time

12pm: Writing a few posts for my blog

1pm: As we won’t be having a Christmas tree this year, I’ve bought a poinsettia to make the place look a bit more Christmassy

2pm: After not feeling well all week, I am trying to get back into my training programme

3pm: Helping Santa by wrapping up presents for some special little people

4pm: I have finally got round to tidying all my German exercise books off the dining room table

5pm: I’m about to venture out in the cold and dark

6pm: Christmas Tree shopping (see 1pm, the tree wasn’t for me!)

7pm: Fonduestube

8pm: We are still going

9pm: On the way home

10pm: Full of cheese, exhausted and climbing into bed with this one. Night all!

The arrival of winter

9 Dec

Winter has finally arrived and not just because real Christmas trees are now being sold on every corner that you turn. It has snowed. I did snow a few weeks ago but only a light covering that started to come down early in the evening and had disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived. But it looks like the snow has finally decided it is going to stay.

Last night we were working in the office until late to hit our deadline for the last month of the year. I had had a bad feeling about it all week and when, on Thursday we had a technical issue that brought a 10 hour delay, I was fearing the worst.

However, we caught up and apart from a few hiccups on the way, we were finished around 10pm on Friday evening. I was over the moon, as I had expected to be working until about midnight or later. We had finally done it. The last month end close of 2017. Home before the witching hour. Yes!

But oh no! Having been firmly fixed on our computer screens for 15 hours, we had failed to notice that the snow had come down. I’m not sure if there is such a thing as torrential snow but this was something like it. Ok, I have my hat, boots and a big winter jacket (I actually call it my football manager’s jacket because can be found in the wardrobe of any self-respecting Premier League coaching staff member), I thought. I can do snow.

Then news somehow filtered into the office – I still have no idea how, as there were only 10 of us left in a building for eight thousand –  that there had been a accident and none of the trams were running from our offices into town. Great. This was not in the script. I was meant to be home in an hour. This was looking increasingly unlikely.

I left with the plan to walk to the nearest train station, get a train from there to the main station and then get my usual train home. I start walking and I see a tram drive past. Hang on, didn’t someone say that the trains weren’t running? But that was a tram and it was definitely running.

I jogged to the next stop to get the next tram that was making its way down the hill. I looked like Bambi on ice. I had to get a bit of speed up to make the next tram but I wanted to avoid falling flat on my face even though no one would be around to see my embarrassment. I made it! Great not long and I would be at the main station and I just have to wait for the train.

The tram didn’t move for about 5 minutes. Then the driver said that there were two other tram stuck in front of him and he didn’t know when we would be able to get moving again. He left the doors open so that anyone who wanted to get off could do.

I decided it could be ages before we set off again so I got out and headed on foot to the train station that would take me to the main station. I was glad that I did. Not only had 2 cars collided just next to the train station but there was also a bus that had managed to crash into a lamp post and was blocking all trams going up and down.

Luckily, the train arrived just as I was climbing up the steps to the station. I had to wait for half an hour at the main station but at least I knew I wasn’t too far from home.

By the time, I got home the snow was really deep. As most people were inside or already asleep, I had the privilege of being the first one to walk through the newly fallen snow. I love that crunch sound that comes from under foot and being able to look behind me to see the footsteps in the snow. It was clear that this snow was here to stay.

Today it has continued to snow. I’m happy that I don’t have to work or use public transport and I can watch the winter wonderland from the comfort of my home.