Next post will probably be written from Germany, so till then, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
I am so tired of their dirty games. The funny thing is that I know for a fact that she expects me to come to the office today. She's not so bright you know, does not read very well. Meaning she read my email between the lines and is waiting for me this afternoon to sign the paper, return the mobile phone, and train my replacement for a few hours. But that ain't gonna happen. I am not going and I am keeping the phone until this issue is resolved. Besides, I really don't wanna see her fake face again in my life!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
But I can't get carried away with joy yet. First things first. Got a gazillion things to do!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I am happy about my decision, of that I am sure. I spent a wonderful weekend in Hannover and felt relieved when I saw all the pieces of the puzzle fitting together. I soon forgot about how nightmarishly my trip had started, when the airline made me pay a fortune for 18 kgs excess baggage, after my 'savior' sat next to me in the plane: a very nice Spanish lady, whose daughter followed the same exact path I am about to embark on. She left everything she had in Spain (job, appt, etc.) to move to Hannover and be with the man she loved. Funny coincidence, right? Or maybe not?
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
She just came to Madrid for a last visit before my departure. We went Christmas shopping, we saw a terrific expo about the Traces which I definitely recommend, we went up to El Escorial to see Uma b. and the Mountain family, we saw an interesting little Argentinian movie on DVD, and we chatted and talked for hours. And I realised that the roles are starting to change and invert themselves: up to now she was always the one with the answers and I the one asking her questions and her advice. But not so much anymore. Is it because she's more confused now, or rather because she now sees me as an adult to whom she can confide her doubts? I reckon it's a bit of both.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
If you ask me, it would be much better for us Non-Americans to adopt and copy the Thanksgiving tradition instead of the much less significant Halloween. And so I will celebrate it tonight in Madrid, with my father, my stepmother and my friend Amélie.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
The concert was fantastic: the sound was perfect, the song selection couldn't be better, and the energy on stage contagious. Chris kept jumping, running, and performing risky yet funny acrobatic moves, as he sang away his oh so beautiful lyrics. He joked, he laughed, and I melted.
I also laughed and jumped and sang and danced, happy to be there, with my school friend Amélie who's visiting for a few days, and extatic about my resignation and the new phase of my life which is just about to start.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
gonna tell you right
Just show your face in broad daylight.
. . .
I'm giving you on count of three
To show your stuff or let it be.
I'm telling you
just watch your mouth
I know your game
what you're about.
they say the sky's the limit
and to me that's really true
you have seen nothing
just wait 'til I get through -
Because I'm bad
I'm bad - come on
You know I'm bad
I'm bad - you know it!
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again who's bad!
The word is out
you're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up before too long.
your lyin' eyes gonna tell you right
. . .
Couldn't resist in quoting Michael today! I feel 'bad' because I legally resigned, meaning my official last day at work is December 7th. So there is nothing she can do to make me work and train my replacement until the 23rd of Dec. But as my very wise mother says, I am not being bad or playing dirty. I am simply using the aces I finally have in my hand and putting an end to their dirty games.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
I have not seen Mathilde since she left Madrid more than a year and half ago. Those were the times when the 'Blondes Club' - Mathilde, Nat and I - (I realize this requires an explanation but it will have to be in another post!) would hang out at each other's houses almost every night, tasting Spanish wines (with the excuse of Mathilde's profession: oenology), French cheese, home-made foie gras, tapas, and of course chatting the night away. Nights which would often finish at 5am with one of us saying the famous: 'I don't think I am gonna go to work tomorrow.'
This weekend is synonym of celebrationS: her 25th birthday, The 'Blondes Club' reencounter, my moving, and who knows what else we'll find as a cause for more celebration. Tchin tchin!
Wish you all a great weekend!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
I am happy, I feel light and free, excited and a bit scared. It just feels right and I cannot wait to start this new phase of my life. It's time for change. At last.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I was however a bit disappointed at M and the way he acted that night. Nothing big, but certainly a side I had never seen and I did not expect. A sort of selfishness. Which he quickly eluded when I brought up the subject. Which is now making me think twice about our temporary solution. Because it implies commitment and big changes mostly for me.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I am going to Hannover tomorrow; M and I will talk about our options. I have a pretty good idea of how to hasten changes, but I first have to see if M also sees that as a good option. Coming back to my current job after the Christmas holidays is certainly not an option in my book. More on that next week, when I'm back and know more about it myself!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Well, I take that back. I do have something to complain about, as when I attempted to return to Madrid on Sunday evening, Iberia had cancelled my flight. Uhu. Surprise surprise. So after two hours waiting in line at the Iberia Costumer Center desk, where of course only one person was taking care of rerouting all the passengers of my cancelled flight, I was given a cheap hotel voucher, and a boarding pass for the next day. I now have to write a letter to get the compensation I deserve according to my passengers rights, which reads very clearly minimum of 200 euros. Enough is enough, and in this case I really had too much. I hereby solemny vow to never fly with Iberia ever again (unless given no other choice that is.) Iberia, nunca mais!
Last but not least for today's post, tomorrow is the day when we FINALLY get the much expected confirmation about M getting the very perfect sounding job in Zurich for January.... Praying, wishing and hoping as always. Destiny will decide.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
1. a temporary disruption of bodily rhythms caused by high-speed travel across several time zones typically in a jet aircraft.
2. physical condition caused by crossing multiple time zones during flight. The condition is generally believed to be the result of disruption to the circadian rhythms(i.e. the "light/dark" cycle) of the body. It can also be exacerbated by experiencing sudden changes in climate or seasonal conditions, as well as the reduced oxygen partial pressure and low humidity commonly experienced in the cabin of an aircraft.
3. a condition that is characterized by various psychological and physiological effects (as fatigue and irritability), occurs following long flight through several time zones, and probably results from disruption of circadian rhythms in the human body. Other symptoms of jet lag include anxiety, constipation, diarrhea, confusion, dehydration, headache, irritability, nausea, sweating, coordination problems, and even memory loss. Some individuals may report additional symptoms, such as heartbeat irregularities and an increased susceptibility to illness.
Blah blah blah. Not to say that they're not correct, but they're definitely incomplete. Let's redefine that, shall we? So, they all say that it's a physical condition, so ok we'll keep that; caused by travel (no, really? Who would have thought???); intensified by climate and season changes (I have no problem believing that as we went from 35 to 10 degrees); the effects being fatigue (uhu) and irritability (not sure about that one, even though I most probably was very irritable this morning at 4:25 am as I lay wide awake in my bed after just a few hours of sleep.) As for the list of other symptoms they are quite scary. I'll just keep confusion, as I do feel quite disoriented since I landed. But what about the sleepless hours you spend in bed exhausted at night? During my many insomniac hours last night, I first started to blame the severity of my jetlag on my age. But as the hours went by, I remembered the severe insomnia I suffered as a child returning every Summer from the States. Honestly I don't think we can take age as a factor. But we should definitely add that you barely feel any jetlag when you travel to your holiday destination but really feel it when you come back home. Pretty illogical if you ask me, but that's the way it works.
So we now have a physical condition caused by travel and experienced mostly when returning home, intensified by climate and season changes, which causes fatigue, confusion, insomnia, irritability, and many other more severe effects.
Yup, that's it. But maybe I should add that is also causes weird and abnormal behavior cause I don't think it's normal I just spent half an hour writing about this, when I am actually swamped at work!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The agitation continues this week as I have a double workload due to next week's holidays and refuse to stay in the office overtime to fully enjoy M's presence at home. Not to mention the necessity to take care of all the last minute arrangements for the Miami trip, such as packing, shopping orders, reservations, preparing the golden anniversay present, and what not. It's amazing how many last minute details there always are to a transatlantic vacation. On the plus side, anything we forget will be added to the already huge shopping list (hohoho.)
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Anyway, this is just one drop of The BIG Problem. The general, critical and complete lack of respect for our planet. It is simply frustrating to see how the majority of people around the world behave selfishly, unconscious (or is it unsensible?) about the effects of their actions on the earth, the sky, the air, the water, and the generations to follow.
So I can't help but wonder, is it really a simple lack of education?
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
My point of view changed with the years, and in my mid twenties I started to wish I'd find that special someone with whom I'd have a family and attempt to make it work for as long as possible. Mariage was not on the program even then. I still did not believe in it, at least not for me. Maybe because none of the guys I was with ever made me feel completely and utterly safe or that he was worthy of my blind trust.
All this changed when I met M. As naive as it may sound, I really feel like he's The One for me. Suddenly I want the picture perfect illustration I so vividly reprobated (ok, without the house, garden and dog.) And I will go for it if given the chance, and do my best to make it work for as long as possible. But I will never take it as granted and expected it to last forever. Because nothing is forever. And whenever I seem to be forgetting this verity, I get a reality check. In this case, my dear friend K was dumped by the man she loves and with whom she was finally ready to attempt the 'as long as possible.' It happened to her today, and it can happen to any of us any day, any time, so let's just be aware of that fact.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
You kill for revenge.
That is because you have lost something or someone you held very dear. Now you can't seem to get over the loss that marked your soul, and the only solution is to go after the one person who brought all this pain to you. Chances are you are angry inside and you bottle everything up and don't talk to anyone about it. People may want to help, but you think that they can never understand your pain and only get frustrated because of this. But it is important to see all that you have left and be thankful of that even if you have lost something great. It may not be true that Times heals all wounds, but with time and talking about your feelings, maybe the hurt will ease.
Main weapon: Yourself
Quote: "You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J. Lec
Facial expression: Gritted teeth and teary eyes
What Type of Killer Are YOU?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
a) send to print some digital photos,
b) surf the blogs I like and discover new ones,
c) and most importantly I have booked M’s and my free business class tickets to Miami (yes, you read that right, your eyes are not playing tricks on you.) It’s confirmed, we are coming and in style! We’ll be there from October 7th to the 16th so mark your calendars and let me know when and where you want to meet =)
d) publish two posts in one day
But it was. No matter how much you expect some things to happen, they often come as a shock when they finally do occur. On the bright side, as I really do not believe that our lousy IT department will be able to save/repair it, this incident might finally get me the new laptop I was promised 18 months ago (which should leave me approx. 2 weeks with no access to my computer, i.e. no way to work.) On the realistic side, I will probably inherit an old laptop from someone who will indeed get a brand new one, supposedly deserving it more that myself, even if they NEVER travel. The truth is, when your company knows that you are looking elsewhere and will thus leave soon, you’re pretty much f***ed when it comes to new and interesting projects and equipment. Now ask me if I had backed up all the reports, stats, and files? The answer is no, and I don’t give a rat’s ass!
Monday, September 12, 2005
It's been 2 years today. Two years since M and I have been together. Two years of laughs, tears, surprises, trips, but most of all two years of love, caring, and companionship. I can honestly say that we evolved together, in the same direction, and that we are closer now than we ever were. Many would say (and have done so) that living apart as we do makes things easier. I could not disagree more. It might have made things easier in the beginning, as we were slowly building up our relationship and learning to be together. But at some point it started making things much harder. It's hard to let him leave when all I want is to spend every minute with him. It's hard to only be able to hear his voice on the phone, when all I want is to feel his arms around me. Harder not to be able to hug him when he's feeling low. Not to mention how expensive it all is, between the monthly flights and the phone bills. I reckon that when we are able to surpass the numerous obstacles of living apart, we will really appreciate every moment, every detail, when we finally do live together.
A long time ago, while I was visiting New Orleans, an old gipsy woman read my palm and told me about M. Up to this date, everything she told me came true. But that's another post ;-)
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Yaya is a beautiful, fragile, and overly generous woman, suffering from many pains (all mentally generated if you ask me), who (as many old people tend to do) is slowly growing back into a child... So this long weekend is pretty much about babysitting ;-)
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Remember that saying: 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans'? Well that's pretty much what's happening right now, as last night, out of the blue, a trip to Miami was offered to me. So, boys and girls, I might be coming to see some of you very soon, but as nothing is confirmed yet I'd better not say more ;-)
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
'You’ve certainly paid your dues and done penance professionally and personally. Because of your generally optimistic attitude, most people have no idea how much you’ve given up or sacrificed for someone or something you believe in. Thankfully, the rainbow you’ve been hoping for makes an impressive appearance this month. . . '
Rainbow, come to me at last!!! ;-)
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Production has always been my passion and being able to work in that industry would be a dream come true. But how much am I willing to sacrifice to follow my passion? I think I need to go to this interview to find out.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I do know that after a stressful workday and physical exercise, I should be able to sleep. I am exhausted, mentally and physically, but the minute I turn the light off, I toss and turn and cannot find sleep. But my sleeping disorder is old news.
I also know that something is the matter. I almost burst into tears last night, for no known reason.
Friends are falling into depressions, crying for no particular reason, some are particularly edgy. What is in the air these days?
Thursday, August 25, 2005
I visited all the gyms near and between my office and my home, thus experiencing the whole array of types of gyms, from cheapest to most expensive, tiny to huge, filthy to clean, modern to completely outdated, renovated to vanished, with or without provided towels, snobbish to macarra, etc. My expectations soon needed to be revised: there was no way I could get everything I wanted. It was apparently very naïve of me to request a clean modern gym open 7 days a week for a maximum of 50€ per month. Unless of course I paid the whole year in advance, boom 600€ upfront, thus surely loosing money as I will not stay in Madrid for so long. They all immediately f*** you over as soon as you try to register as a monthly member: no gym offered anything under 65€/month under these conditions. Not even the tiny shitty outdated ones! This to me is a clear sign of underdevelopment. Going to a gym should not be a luxury; anyone living in a modern European city like Madrid should be able to afford it, and prices should most certainly be adapted to the city’s cost of life.
Anyhow, I ended up keeping some of my priorities which are essential for me to actually go to the gym regularly. But I certainly did have to give in on my budget. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to save money anymore! On the other hand, nothing can take away how proud I am of myself.
PS: my body is already aching very much from yesterday’s bodytonic class. Ouch!
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Lately I really feel like I am not in a good place. By this I don’t mean that I am depressed or that I don’t enjoy being in Madrid any longer. Rather that I don’t feel as good as I usually do and that I maybe tend to see things negatively lately. The wait is affecting me at last. I yearn for change. All in all not a good place.
I have however decided to do something about it. One thing I have learned in this life is that we all have the power to change things around. It’s up to me. And so I have decided that going to a gym to exercise and unwind after a workday will make me feel much better about myself. In the meantime.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Now that we are together, now that I know how right it feels to be with you, the one I had been waiting for all my life, I really did not expect to feel this lonely ever again. But it does make sense, as I find myself dying to be elsewhere once again and all I still want is to be with you.
Friday, August 19, 2005
I am however looking forward to something I want to share with you. As our Switzerland job search has not given positive results and our patience to live together is close to running out, (not to mention the fact that I now urgently need a new professional challenge,) we have decided to widen our options. Indeed, we are now looking for any interesting job almost anywhere. Well, actually limited to Europe preferably. And so, we are now waiting for feedback from London, which we should have next week. When positive, we will be in London by the end of September. I realize that the weather is shitty, the city absurdly expensive, the Brits quite special, but I gotta tell you: I love the idea of living there with M for a couple of years. I have always been drawn to London, don' ask me why. Actually if you know me well enough, I think you'll understand exactly why. Additionally, it will be great for both of us at a professional level. All in all I reckon a brilliant idea. Yet unbelievable and at the same time oh so exciting! Most of all something to look forward to.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Again it remained untouched until months later, after Uma b had given birth to a gorgeous baby boy. I found myself at a turning point and needed to analyse my feelings once again. So much was happening in my life. It was just about to change completely and even if I had wished for it for a long time, I felt panick. And as soon as I started writing and posting, I felt good. It was therapeutical. It became my analyst whom I had always wished for.
Another trigger was the geographical loss of yet another friend. My friend and coworker Nat had left Madrid, thus joining my long-distance group of friends. With international moves, job changes and travels you are indeed doomed to have a one of those groups. And so I realised that my blog could be more than my therapeutical space to speak out and express my thoughts and feelings. It could become a way to keep in touch with those very special friends who are not necessarily a phone call away.
So there you have it. These are the reasons behind Lovely Planète. The thing is, I don't know if I am so happy with it as is. I have a feeling it's too spread. It lacks shape, form. Identity. Or something. I just don't know what. And I can't help but wonder what that what is.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Counting: the hours till tonight's concert
Devouring: Tony Parson's 'Man and Boy'
Feeling: rested after a good light sleep at last
Glad: the rain has stopped, the sun is shining and the temperatures are surprisingly bearable
Hungry: for fresh juicy fruits
Identifying: with Roberto Benigni in 'Down by law' as he told his cellmates 'if looks could kill, I would be dead'; same look I just got from from my co-worker.
Thinking: what to pack in my carry-on for the long weekend in Germany where rain, showers and fresh temperatures await me.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
a) I have too much free time on my hands/ no work to do/ bored with connection to the net
b) I'd really really like to go to the pool after the office
c) It just dawned on me that the concert tomorrow is outdoors and even if rain is an exception in August in Madrid, exceptions tend to happen just when you don't want them to, right?
And so, going back to the main topic of rain, we Madrilians who have been complaining of the complete absence of rain for months now, today we also complain as our plans to go to the pool after work tombent à l'eau (French expression which means fall in the water, i.e. vanish, go to hell.) Never better said.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
Busy: blogging and surfing the web.
Counting: the days until my co-workers are ALL gone on holidays, i.e. 5 days to go.
Desiring: Jumping in a fresh pool (definitely tomorrow.) Jumping on a train to San Lorenzo and spending the afternoon with Uma b. and Duke B (hopefully Wednesday.)
Feeling: a mix of unmotivation/laziness and flying on cloud 69.
Listening to: White Stripes' Seven Nation Army.
Looking forward to: U2's concert this Thursday and jumping on a plane to Germany on Friday for the long weekend.
Needing: to look for job offers and send my cv.
Wishing and hoping: for the very much anticipated move to Switzerland. Can anyone out there please give us a job?!?
Friday, August 05, 2005
The heat is back in the city. Thankfully my workday ends at 15h with the jornada intensiva (since Monday and until August 31st) which means spending the afternoon at my uncle's pool with M (yes he's back in Madrid for 1 week vacation and yes he has loads of vacation.) The only bearable place to be except for air-conditioned places and home with all the windows and blinds closed (option which would make me look like a vampire instead of having this beautiful tan!)
My uncle lives in a horrible condo building near my office, meaning also in an uncentered uninteresting neighbourhood. However, his horrible building shares a quite nice large pool with two other horrible condo buildings and so I get to use it whenever I want during the summer and I don't need to look like a condom like others. So I need to pretend that I live there as only the residents of the condos are allowed to use the pool area, as they pay for it. The swim guard who is supposed to be checking that is not the problem, he doesn't give a shit. The real guards are the old marujas of the condos (by marujas please understand the bored gossipy housewives) who spend their entire days by the pool, grouped together to better gossip about everyone and everything as they are more frustrated and bitter than ever since their entire families left on holidays without them.
We have been careful and lucky until now, as they have not rightfully accused us of illegally using their pool (even if it is empty except for them and us anyway,) but the truth is that we are always walking on eggshells while there: we make sure to arrive in pool clothes as if we were coming from our condo (by going to my uncle's flat to change beforehand as he too is away on vacation,) we are as discreet as humanly possible and try to make ourselves invisible, we almost whisper as I am sure that they will immediately kick us out if they hear us talking in English, we lay as further away from them as possible, etc. Silly I know, and most probably useless, but I cannot take the risk to be forbidden from the pool for the rest of the long and lonely month of August that awaits me! What on Earth would become of me?!
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Well, Sue Ellen is definitely not to be trusted. In any way. N E V E R. However, she has been trying to win my trust lately, by referring me for a job in Switzerland for example. Sorry Sue, does not work. Will never work. I will however not be as mean as to refuse her favors!
Her very last attempt is to invite me and the NPI (my co-worker's nickname i.e. N the incompetent bitch) to the very much anticipated illdoanythingtogetaticket U2 concert in Madrid next Thursday the 11th. She has even planned pre-concert drinks at her nearby flat. I am definitely stunned. And very excited about going to the concert. Too bad I'll be with both of them but hey I get to go to a very cool concert so who cares. Besides Sue will definitely be in her drunken state which at least makes her laughable at. So the hardest part of the evening will be to ignore the other one.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Not at all how I expected to be asked, nor what I expected to be asked. Which led me to misunderstand him and feel completely disoriented. Definitely a cultural difference. And a very special manifestion of love. I now have no idea what to expect next. Expectations suck.
Friday, July 29, 2005
As I called the restaurant yesterday to ask if a reservation was needed, I was pleasantly surprised when the person who answered the phone barely spoke any Spanish and replied ‘yes yes ok reservation 4 people 10pm’ to my ‘is a reservation necessary?’ question. I thought it was a good sign (it being his poor level of Spanish.)
So at ten last night, we entered a small empty and typically decorated Moroccan restaurant. The waiter was the person whom I had ‘spoken’ to on the phone so we spoke slowly and used a restricted vocabulary in order to try to make ourselves understood. The card was small but included all the specialties my dear mother desired. The place was certainly authentic. No wine. No alcohol. Authentic except for the KISS FM playing in the background.
We ordered cous-cous, pastela, taillin, and 3 alcohol free beers. The service was friendly and certainly fast, the food was ok, and the bill cheap as hell. I apologized a thousand times, my mother kept trying to find positive elements to the experience, and my mother’s boyfriend summarized the experience as ‘C’est pas mauvais, c’est rustique’ (read ‘It’s not bad it’s rustic.) Indeed.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
El Crazy Frog, para los que no lo ubicáis, es esa rana azul/gris feísima, con una pinta de mala comparable en mi humilde opinión a un Gremlin mojado, que lleva un casco, monta una moto, y no para de producir ese insoportable e irritante sonido que enfurece a cualquier persona normal: "ding ding dididing". Lleva ya varios meses mareando a toda Europa pero el problema es que ahora también ha empezado a marearnos en España.
Entiendo que esta maldita rana venda muchísimo sobre todo en contenidos para móviles ya que a muchísima gente le hace gracia, por falta de cualquier criterio de buen o mal gusto, o simplemente para joder a su entorno. Vale, eso lo entiendo aunque me siga pareciendo patético. Lo que no entiendo es que los medios dejen que el puto ding ding dididing suene en cada uno de sus espacios publicitarios, o sea cada cinco minutos, y eso hasta varias veces seguidas. Que pague Jamba o Blanco&Negro por el espacio publicitario no creo que deba de ser sinónimo de libertad absoluta de atontar a toda la población. Y para los que diréis ‘pero si yo no he visto a la rana en la TV’, tenéis toda la razón, todavía no (aunque si ya invadio la radio.) Pero como la historia se repite y eso es lo que sucedió en países como Alemania o Inglaterra (donde no se podia ver un programa o una peli en la TV sin ver y oir a la puta rana 50 mil veces, a tal punto que hasta hicieron una petición!) prepararos, porque eso es lo que nos espera, seguramente este otoño.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Friday: After some shopping and some cocktails, we started the evening with a degustation menu in a wonderful 'secret' little terrace.
We then headed to a few bars in Chueca (too bad the bartender was taken, sino Nat se lo abria comido) and ended up closing a pretty cool outdoors club.
Saturday: Nothing better than a house and a garden outside of Madrid with some new and old friends, a paella and a sangria to cure the hangover ;-)
Nat being a player, she obviously had to start some 'surprise shower games.' But when you play with fire chances are you'll get it even worse... here's the proof!
After the obliged nap, we had a great dinner eating 'Miami-like' sushi. Yes, you read my right, I can finally find edamame, spicy tuna, dinamite and rainbow rolls in Madrid =)
Drinks and bar hopping in Malasaña. This lamp was at Blue Note and looked really cool standing out against the bright blue wall.
After dancing our night away at Sala Sol (donde Nat finalmente se comio a su primer españolito, Miguel Angel LOL), we just HAD to taste the spaghettis of Lady Pepa, fortunately empty because of the long weekend. Sunday was therefore synonym of attempting to sleep with the bright sun and afternoon heat and brunch when we finally got out of bed.
Overall an exquisite weekend, a perfectly balanced mix of everything I wanted and needed.
Friday, July 22, 2005
I shall definitely tell you about all mentionable details of the long weekend when it's over. That's right, I said long weekend: thankfully Monday is off and I might very much need it to recharge my batteries and empty my body from all the toxines I'm going to be ingesting (I no longer have the aguante I used to have and was famous for since I passed the bar of 30); so I'll either be a total couch potato or jump in a train and pay a long postponed and much needed visit to Uma b. @ El Escorial! Uma b. is now the proud mother of Duke Bruno, but she certainly was the expert party queen of this city before this new stage of her life, the one who showed me how to enjoy and love la marcha madrileña and what quemar Madrid really means!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
I had the bright idea to buy a little thingy called a sim card copier for my father's birthday. This small and cheap little machine enables you to back up all the information you keep on your sim card of your mobile phone. Pretty practical when it works properly huh? We all use our mobile phone as our address book and calendar nowadays so we're pretty lost when we loose or have no access to our mobile phones, aren't we?
Anyhow, this is the mistery: the sim card copier is supposed to read any sim in the whole wide world and it does read all the cards I have tried except my father's and mine. Of course. It keeps giving us the error message 'error pin.' Now, we both have corporate accounts with our respective jobs, do you think that could be it and that these sim cards have an equivalent of firewall? If anyone can help me solve this problem, please do tell me what to do!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Nicknamed trouduc which litterally means asshole in French. He is the typical overly nice and sweet guy who looks a bit like a teddy bear at first (when you still like him), but he soon gets on your nerves because of his complete incompetence and total stupidity, and you soon see him simply as overweight and dull. Not to mention his bad taste, not to say lack of taste, which in this case is very important as he is in charge of the stereo of our open space and keeps playing all the shittiest tackiest Spanish songs, my daily hell. He is by the way considered the music expert by our wonderful boss.
Nicknamed la pute incompétente which litterally means the incompetent bitch. In a nutshell: a) she is as false as can be, pretends to be nice only to better shoot you behind your back; b) she seems to be smart at first, but it is soon visible that she only pretends to, which is basically worse than trouduc, because at least he is true to himself, he knows that he's stupid and he does not try to fool you. She, on the other hand, is convinced that she's smarter than anyone else. She always knows better; c) she also pretends to have good taste but likes the same exact BS as trouduc; d) last but not least she is sooo cool and hip; like Buenafuente, she calls everybody 'neng', the fashionable tacky expression these days.
No nickname to this day, since she is practically invisible. She got the internship through the lover of our boss, friend of her father. I am not kidding. What she does when she comes to the office remains a mistery. On the plus side, she's innocent and nice, which in this team is truly exceptional.
Ah the boss! Often nicknamed the alcoholic simply because she's more often than not drunk or hungover. She's the cherry on the cake: false, overly friendly, incompetent, stupid, deceitful, in a continuous drunken spaced out state. She's also famous for hacerse la Sueca, never better said as she is Swedish (please understand for pretending not to see/hear) and sleeping around especially with the managers of the office, obviously not too discreetly.
So, now that you have a complete picture of my daily surroundings, I am sure you can better understand my nightmarish suffering. ¡Bienvenido sea agosto!
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
... in Madrid and its 'youmaycallit' desert heat (even if it has cooled down an itsy bit)
... to being alone: M left today =(
... in the office, as unmotivated as humanly possible
... in the 'waiting' (Mercedes Benz called on July 11th to inform M that they had chosen another candidate...)