Night gazing
I just sit here in the dark watching the lightning, next to my latest fab purchase, the Puma-in-collaboration-with-Neil-Barrett hat. The life!
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On Friday I was mainly getting ready for the damn conference. By the end of the day I took the documents for the report “home” thinking I will be able to attend to its finalization sometime during the weekend. In retrospect, it doesn’t look that feasible.
Thursday they finally sent someone to fix the AC, only it didn’t happen. As I was getting out of the elevator to let the guy in, general power failure. He came back first thing on Friday morning to find out they need to send another (!) guy with an open flame, a welder, to fix a cracked metal pipe which was letting the Freon out. :((((( Now it seems to me I will never see the end of it.
Friday to Saturday I was canned inside the sleeping carriage to Timisoara, like a herring in its own sauce. Woke up in the middle of the night to review my arguments for a discussion I plan with my boss. Slept on and off until the destination, where I have slept for about ten more minutes until the conductor decided it was time to kick me off. The on and off sleeping made me somehow cranky for the rest of the day, especially with Mom, who is super-taken with me being “home”. And thus a little bit too hectic and energetic.
I have just discovered my folks sleep on a mattress the consistency of a wooden floor, because “It’s good for our backs”. Also, I am surprised to learn my mum has been scammed in the street by an illegal vendor. My Mom doesn’t take shit from anyone, you should know. Nevertheless, she bought a point and shoot film camera. She thought it was a state of the art digital fallen from a truck (aren’t we all in for a good deal?). For the amazing price of 100 RON?! My father is making fun of her to this day, more precisely he brought the subject up during breakfast.
The dogs are so sweet. Mica is 42 in human years, but she rolls on the floor every time she sees me after such a long break. Amis is ready to be petted, but she clearly misses my brother and his wife. She tolerates the situation. During lunch I have sensed the competition, like we don’t have enough for all parties concerned. OMG 
DD (dentist day)
If there were a picture with the post today I would have to find some sad mad face.
Been to the dentist. Yesterday it was a no-no because they were going through an instant power shortage at the time of my appointment so I had to reschedule for today.
Getting there was like swimming through an ocean of heat. Piata Romana at noon equals hell. I don’t think I liked somebody, the heat filling me with resentment.
Now, talking about fillings, at the dentist I got my professional teeth brushing, complimented for my beautiful teeth, twice, by two different professionals, and then inspected for cavities, only one found. My dentist is an angel, she explains every little detail. I even manage to unwind on the chair! I know very few people who can say the same about their dentists. Two years ago when I last visited, I was laying back in the chair looking at my dentist and her assistant picturing them like guardian angels as they were attending to my (bad) mouth. I could see details of their work in the reflecting surfaces up close: their eyes, protective glasses, dental equipment. Fascinating experience. Only to find out now that being short sighted I am no longer able to enjoy the same. So I looked in the distance.
Bref, we performed a momentary operation of my gum. She cut off a little piece I was chewing, thus revealing my latest molar in its full splendour.
Hours later, the elation of anesthetic wore off. That found me swamped under the job, all bitter and bitchy. Now it feels like a major sour throat, only it is not. I hope it goes away really soon. I dislike being moody and snappy.
Proudly announcing the web I did the dishes
Still hot, still no AC, just the incorporated fan. The house is still a mess, I now try to do a little everyday, but it’s like in Master Manole’s tale, back to square one overnight. Ana, the cleaning lady in my case, is no where in sight, strike that, ON site. And in my case I’d have to put her inside the sink or the vacuum cleaner. You have to give me that, it’s much more difficult then putting her inside a wall, legend-like. A brick layer can do that. Now that gives you a clue about Romanian folklore, probably not enough, but I’ll do some research if anyone is interested in learning more and I will further promote Romanian cultural values at a later time. And a wicked culture that is, you’ll see.
Been dreaming again. Woke up at 3.00. Sleeping by myself is a bitch, even if I love having his side of the bed for myself. This time it was fairy vampires, all faces I know, most of them women who have been at one time or another supervising me. Their were shifting like a fluid in a plastic bag and smiling. Less scary than last night’s early morning nightmare. Here is my account to T on that matter:
“I dreamt with Africans who were shooting their victims after placing them inside their own contour already drawn in chalk on the ground. There were clusters of three, each spelling “KKK” (a letter I am particularly linked to). I was on the top of a house, on a terrace rather close to the ground, together with a character I don’t know. He was tall, blonde, chubby, resembling z, a friend, but not him. The Africans finally caught us and shot quasi-Z in the back, lower spine, not ass. I woke up in fear I was next. It was six in the morning.”
Apart from the oh’s and ooo-ooo’s friends offered a number of explanations. I was the first to point out this might be about sex, but I am not fully convinced.
Anyway, have to run. Regarding the previous post it used to have text but the software I used to use tricked me, for the second time. There is no true mistake I like doing twice. Anyway, I will have given the post a title and responded to bubu’s comment. I am not trying to be incomprehensible, I was just missing my folks, admiring the mess in the house and playing with my camera. There!
Untitled on 26 for one full day. Now named "Missing Mica and my folks and the house is a mess"
This is Mica as a pup. She has really helped us become a better family, I think. Anyway, I’ll be seeing them this weekend.
Unconditional friendship
A dog made my day the other day. I don’t even know the dog that well, but apparently the dog knows me. It’s been the second or third time we meet and she has been wagging her tail and kept on sneezing affectionately and would have been ready to play. In brief, the dog was out her skin with joy to see me, and it’s one of this big possessive dogs that are very found of their family. It makes me so happy to be the cause of such things. So basic and without any hidden agenda, it never fails to amaze me.
I have been bra-hunting, what a story, but don’t let me digress, I’ll revert to that later! on Saturday and I ended buying clothes. One of the items, a jacket that makes me wish fall should come sooner, and I have not noticed this detail, wears the following credo “Everything I do wherever I am I get ideas that take wings and cannot be controlled”. I kinda like that. I am going to enjoy sporting that message.
Stay away from …ed
Zed and Ted
Zed is British and has his name tattooed on his back. So that you don’t forget it when you’re having wild anal sex? Well, “Zed’s dead”, said Tarantino. And I pretty much agree, Zed is a ghost from my previous life. I will remember him for the things I did not understand. It was somehow funny to hear him say I looked like Justin, which I so didn’t and don’t.
Which brings us to Ted. Ted is a one package deal with Ian. Not sure of the spelling, but that can always be corrected. Ted has a gorgeous magic smile that puts a spell on me, he is tall and lean, the dream of any man. Strike that. The dream of …erm, me. Ted also has an apprehension to doing things incomprehensible to me. That is part of what makes him attractive to me, probably. So he reminds me of Zed. They are both British, handsome, manly and incomprehensible. And nothing happened with either of them, because I know that much to stay away from what I don’t understand.
But I danced so nicely.
In our next episode I might tell you about the most reassuring smile, part satisfied, part smug, of the Man-on-the-pillow. Oh, down the Memory Lane!
The most difficult thing
It is to be honest about being misleading.
The teachings of the wannabe urban philosopher (or my learning during the day, to be included in a possible handbook)
Set people free and they will be more attached to you.
A true lady never un-shoes fully during a meeting. A true lady can and will half un-shoe and master balancing her high heels on the tip of her toes. Crossed legs and slight back-and-forth movement of the said foot will prove that she is self-aware and not afraid to use sexuality to dissuade potential opposers. Under no circumstance will the shoe be dropped. Failure to continuously balance the shoe in complete silence will be regarded as proof of un-ladyness.
Take all the moments you need.
Be a bitch! Backstab and smile. Rewind and replay. End it with a smile.
If you own a limousine, no matter the brand, or, you know, any car worth above 13,000 euro don’t buy a handsfree. Not because handsfree is expensive (or not), but because it’s below your dignity and you don’t need it anyway. You are such an exquisite driver people deserve to admire you at length slowing the traffic and managing the wheel with less then one hand. As Miranda put it “I was using the right half more, anyway”.
If you own the company selling the air conditioning, be preoccupied with selling more units, not with the Consumer Protection fine you are getting for not fixing mine (under warranty). If you are doing client in-take for this company, let me blow all my steam, then go “Oh, sorry, who is this?”. When I repeat myself, go “Yeah, I am writing it down”, as if nothing really happened. After all I have only called five times.
When you are the admin for a well reputed media don’t call news releases spam. This spam pays for your sallary. And if you call them spam, at least watch your language before sending out messages like “”Stop sending me spam. If i receive one more spam i will block mails from your domain .”
Nightmare or fantasy
Last night I dreamt I was holding a press conference. By the end I was stark naked and schmoosing.
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