Last day at the office

Today was my last day at the office at the Town Hall in Bodoe. The wonderful people at the department for children, adolescence and culture gave my a small farewell party. And they also said some very nice things about me. Which I really didn’t expect. Not because I’m not nice, but when you work like I do (like most politician) you don’t always get the chance to form great relationship with your “co-workers” so to speak. Your job is for the most part to tell them what to do, via issues debated, discussed and voted over in the Town Council, and to tell them “no” when we don’t have any funding left. But they were surprisingly happy with my work, and even proud of what I’ve, with the help of them, had done in the last year.

Which made me think… Why is it that we always tell people that we are proud of them, or that they’re doing a great job, or that what they’re doing is important, when they leave? Wouldn’t it make more sense to tell them while “it” is happening? I for one am going to try to do that in my next job. And in life in general. Maybe they wouldn’t leave then…?

One year...

This blog has been dead for a year. It's time for some serious CPR.

I started this blog to write about my travels and other exciting adventures. And I will try to do just that. New adventures (and if you stretch the term travel - new travels) will happen soon.

As of next month I will start working in Oslo. I'm very excited. I think (hope) the job will prove to be as interesting as it seemed when I accepted the job offer. And I'm really looking forward to moving to Oslo. I'm actually really set for that change. Bodø is a wonderful town, I know probably half the people here. I've had fun times in politics here, and I'll certainly miss it. But it was time to move on now. And if it doesn't work out - well, then I'll either move back or move on. Nothing to loose.

I'll try and keep the readers that hasn't left this blog entirely updated on the big move.