Spring is finally here. The air's getting milder, and the white wagtail has returned. Today I even saw this year's first bumblebee. It was huge.
I like bumblebees. There's something good-natured about them, buzzing genially from flower to flower. But make sure you don't step on them. I've done that a bit too often. The sting of a bumblebee is no fun. It hurts like hell.
On reflection, I guess this blog is also marked by the geniality of the bumblebee. The topics are usually quite trivial: Clever students, pretty girls, good music... But at the same time some of the postings concern topics of a more dismal kind: Racists, criminals and tyrannic bosses... And then the tone may not be quite as genial any more.
Lately, however, I've gradually realized that Torgnyworld is actually being read. In some of my postings I've articulated various not very flattering characterizations of a certain former boss. This is why I get a bit nervous when some of my present superiors suggest a slight knowledge of my blog. Is it possible that they (maybe from a loyal solidarity with a colleague) might dislike this kind of harangues from their employees?
Owing to my previous traumas, it's easy to forget, however, that I now have leaders with both a head and a heart. When they on a few occasions have mentioned the contents of my blog, it has felt neither unpleasant nor inappropriate. More considerate, really. (I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The difference between my present and my previous workplace is like heaven and hell. Literally.)
True, at the same time another worry emerges: What if the witch herself got the wind of this blog? Not a dream situation for a guy who wants to please as many as possible. But on the other hand: If someone actually were to make me the object of their hatred, there's no one I would care less about than this termagant!
But in general, I'll keep on buzzing genially like a bumblebee. In this blog - and in the Oslo spring.