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The smell of 16

  • Mar. 24th, 2008 at 10:04 PM

Today was my favourite kind of weather. Windy, cloudy and with a little touch of rain. Just a little, enough to make the air smell wet but the earth to be still dry. 
I was driving home from work feeling sad and depressed, on the verge of tears and with that heaviness in your heart that only dissapointment can bring.  I was driving through 1 mai boulevard - the same place where my old highschool stands, the same road I was walking on every evening when I returned from school with my best friends, with nothing better to discuss than how L. said hello to me and how bad my hair-day was. And while I'm at it - those were the best discutions I ever had. 
Suddenly I stopped. I parked the car at the edge of the road and got off. I started walking on that street - slowly, step by step. I kept my head up, let the wind blow my hair and smelled the air. It had a funny smell of rain, dust, cars and almost-blossomed trees. It smelled like school books and ink. It smelled like my old tennis shoes that I used to bring in a bag to wear at my PE classes. It smelled like my best friend I. used to smell, like bitter perfume and cosmetics - she always used heavy foundation and a lot of mascara. It smelled like my worn-out boots and jeans, and like sweaty hands on a final math exam day, and like the hands of my best friend D. I remembered how once, in a rainy day, I ran with him all the way to school and than stayed in the school yard for a whole hour, skipping his math class and my romanian class. After that we were freezing cold, had red faces and messy hair. We rested in one of the school halls, both wrapped around in the same hooded jacket. The weather today smelled like his hair that day.
I got back in the car and drove home. For the first time in the last 7 years, I felt 16 again.

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Scared to death!!!

  • Mar. 23rd, 2008 at 6:10 PM

I ate: nothing all day.
I bought: nothing all day.

It's official. I have exactly four days until the biggest event of my working life will take place. I am now officially scared and with a very weird feeling inside my stomach. I remember having the same feeling every single freaking time the plane I'm in takes off. By the way, this event will include a plane taking off with me in it. Did I mention I hate flying?

Did I mention my whole carreer depends on this freaking event?

Did I mention I'm freaking out?

But let's stay calm. I have plenty of reasons to be calm, nice, responsabile and ahead of the situation.
Only it seems I forgot every single one of these reasons.
HELP!

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Supergirl

  • Jan. 8th, 2008 at 11:05 PM

I ate: 2 cheese sandwiches. I'm not hungry.


During my interview to get this job I was told that sometimes I will have to spend some time on the phone with our clients.
Today I gave 72 phonecalls.

Also I went outside town and came back to solve a job thingy.

Also I went to get my nails done, they have a great shade of caramel now.

Also I suprised my boyfriend with cake and took care of him because he has a cold (I made tea, so basically I cooked).

Also I studied for my exam.

It's hard being supergirl.

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Work hurts !

  • Jan. 7th, 2008 at 10:39 AM

I just fell on the stairs leading to my office building. Like, really fell, like in those stupid cartoons where the characters fall with their feet up and their hands swinging. I now have my butt completely wet and my self esteem completely vanished. Fortunately, nobody saw me. Unfortunately, I have a bruise the size of China on the right side of my fanny. 
Can it get any worse?

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Work starts manana. Or "Devil wears Prada"

  • Jan. 6th, 2008 at 9:57 PM

I ate: nothing all day. I feel sick and nauseated because work starts.

I bought: nothing all day. I feel sick and nauseated because work starts.


I just finished reading "Devil wears Prada" today. I was dissapointed by the inconsistency of the book. It was written not very carefully in some parts and I found the author contradicting herself from chapter to chapter. 

BUT. I found some great similarities between Andrea Sachs' job and my own.

1. I got this job right after I graduated and everybody around me thought I was lucky as hell.
2. BUT I always thought bad about the field of work and always imagined I would do something with greater responsability.
3. Turns out, the responsability kills me. I start work at 10 (but very often have to come in the office at 7) and finish it at around 21 (but very often havin to stay until 2 am) .
4. I have the boss from hell that never apreciates what I do - but always demands, demands, demands. I feel like I'm not the worst person there - other girls have recieved their two weeks notice and I got a raise. BUT the pressure there is killing me.  She never says "thank you" or "please".
5. Everytime my work phone rings I feel like throwing it out the window. 
6. And everyone around me claims, just like in the book: "Oh, but Daisy, a million girls would KILL for your job!". No shit.

I also have very good reasons for staying there:
1. good money.
2. ... 

I know there WAS something else... 

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Today. Bitchy.

  • Jan. 6th, 2008 at 12:00 AM

I ate: 1 Senor Patata potato and movie popcorn. I'm really not hungry. What's wrong with me?

I bought: tickets to the museum (I visited Antipa for what seems like the 20th time, but this time for a good reson -
DINOSAURS!); tickets to the movie (Elisabeth - what a woman!!) and JEANS!!!

First, I would like to complain about the inconsistency of jeans sizes in Romania. Please explain to me why I'm size 32 at Little Big, size 27 at Time Out, 30 at Zara and 42 (!?!) at Promod.

Second. Conversation with Promod saleslady. I am holding a pair of size 42 jeans and a pair of size 40 jeans.

Me: "Hi, sorry to bother you, I was wondering if you have these size 40 jeans in 42?"
Her: (without even looking) "No"
Me: (calm) "Umm... how would you know? You didn't even look at them!"
Her: (sighs, raises her eyes and looks at the jeans) "No, we don't have them in 42"
Me: (surprised) "How come you know? Can't you search in the back or in the deposit? I cannot believe that you know the size of every single pair of jeans here!"
Her: "Listen dear (dear?!?! she "deares" me?) trust me. I KNOW. I work here"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, so you know everything about the jeans here"
Her: (rolling her eyes) EVERYTHING"
Me: (innocent eyes, showing here the 42 jeans) OK, then, look, I have these size 40 jeans. Do you have them in 42?"
Her: "No, we don't, I'm sure of that"
Me: (showing her the label) "Well, what do you know, these are 42. I guess you don't REALLY know everything".

I'm a bitch. My boyfriend is ashamed with me when we go shopping.

Yesterday

  • Jan. 5th, 2008 at 11:42 PM

I ate: cheese omlet in the morning (breakfast should be the most important meal of the day); huge moderate lunch at Ruby Tuesday (I'll get to that later); fruit cereal for diner (hated them cereal are good for you)

I bought: a book from carturesti; hair clips (absolutely necessary); silver earrings (I had long silver earrings and short silver earrings but I felt like a needed medium ones, too. sue me) - but as I got back the money I paied for the train tickets to Sibiu, I don't think it counts. I actually SAVED money. Atta girl!


Ruby Tuesday is the ultimate all-american restaurant! My boyfriend and I were hungry and felt like eating out. We came by a Ruby Tuesday - "fresh american dining" it said. We had our eyebrows raised - we know american dining, ok? There is absolutely NO WAY they can trick us.

It was americalicious. And we ate like americans. The quesadillas and hot wings for appetisers. And except the fact that the quesadillas laked spinache, everything was like we ate "back home" in Louisiana. The hot wings even came with crunchy cellery and blue cheese dressing. It reminded me of the time when I was eating hot wings and blue cheese with one of my jamaican friends. And the hamburgers - jesus! How can somebody buy McDonals when there is Ruby Tuesday? We even hoped they had Dr Pepper to seal the deal - they didn't. It was ok though. We couldn't even eat desert (they actually had cheesecake!). How did I let this restaurant untried until now?

Bad news in the evening though. I have to start work again on monday. So much for my vacation...

Snowed in...

  • Jan. 3rd, 2008 at 10:20 PM

 

I ate: 9 chocolate candies, 4 sarmale (a traditional romanian food made of cabbage and meat), 1 bowl of popcorn, 2 cheese sandwiches, 2 bananas, 1 chicken breast – hey, I’m snowed in! What the hell am I supposed to do? I may be blocked inside my house for several days. I don’t wanna die of starvation, do I?

 

I bought: I couldn’t exactly buy something giving the fact that I am snowed in, right? Wrong! There is this little thing called online shopping. Amount spent: 200 $ don’t wanna talk about it. Products bought: Victoria's Secret absolutely necessary! But as long as I didn’t actually put my hand inside my wallet and took the money out, I don’t think it counts.

 

 

My resolutions are not going so great. I just found out that I’m not going to Sibiu tomorrow. It turns out that half of the country is covered with a layer of snow reaching even 76 cm in some places. The trains have delays that come up to 480 minutes. And from Saturday on, the temperature will fall below -10 degrees Celcius. So much for my well planned trip (I planned every detail, every walk, every building to visit, every museum and I even reserved a table at the best restaurat in Sibiu. I’m a planner).

 

A pissed planner now.

 

Also I messed up my reading resolution. I read NOTHING today, mainly because I was glued to the TV to see updates about snow and train departure. Also I was pissed at my boyfriend because he dared to say that “it’s just a little snow, honey”. A little snow my fuzzy ass butt. And speaking of my ass butt, I am completely pissed because I can’t really sit on it. I have a bruise the size of nut because two days ago I fell of the sleigh in Azuga.

 

Also, I was pissed because my ex, C.,  laughed at me for crying when I saw “The notebook” on dvd today. How could I not cry? The movie is about a girl from a very wealthy southern family, in the mid ‘40s. She falls in love with a young very hot  handsome but poor guy from her town – they both fall in love madly. Her parents tried to split them up so they moved from that town. The guy send her 364 letters – one each day, for a whole year. But her parents hid the letters from her. Feeling lonely and abandoned, she plans to marry another guy – wealthy and to her parents taste. The poor guy goes to war, comes back home but never forgets about her. They meet a lot of years after. She has to choose between her rich fiance and the love of her life. She chooses the poor guy.

 

What made me cry was the ending. Everything that I told you is actually a story that an old man reads to a woman with severe brain damage (alzheimer, I think) from a notebook. Actually, the old man is him, and the woman is her. He reads from that notebook to her everyday just because after he finishes, she has about 5 minutes of lucidity and realizes who she is. At the end of the movie, they stay together in bed and she askes him if their love is big enough to make them die in the same time. He answers: “Our love could move mountains”. How could you not fucking cry at THAT?

 

I must understand C, though. We contradicted upon every movie we saw. He was appaled when I fell asleep during “La science des reves” by Michel Gondry, I was appaled that he left the cinema during “Dave Chapelle’s Block Party”, also by Gondry. Movies can lead to breakups, it seems. 

And snow can lead to nowhere.

New Year Resolutions !

  • Jan. 3rd, 2008 at 2:32 PM


This year will be the best year ever! I am certain of that. That is because I just came up with a wonderful 10 step plan to improve my life. Yes, I am a genius! Autographs, anyone? By simply following this New Year Resolutions my life will improve by 50% by december this year. What am I saying? I bet even 65%! Take a look at my plan:

 

1. Must be nicer to everybody. I shouldn’t be selfish, mean, naughty and dirty-mouth. I shouldn’t be happy when bad things happen to people around me and I should not tell them, I repeat, not tell them “I told you so!” even if I have to stuff my head in a pillow to avoid that. Even if I told them so. Because, most of the times, I TOLD THEM SO!!!

 

2. Must not spend money on crap. And by crap, I mean everything that is not strictly essential for my well being. I must ask myself, every time I see something nice, like a purse, skirt, boots, watches, earrings (I’ll get back to earrings later), furniture, jeans etc: “Do I really need this?”. And if I don’t, then I will stop myself from buying it and save the money for something more important, like a car, a house, charity or a pony. I will try and save 60% a half 10 million lei from each of my salary.

 

3. I must not buy more than a pair of earrings per week. I am positive that the 80 pairs of earrings that I already have are quite enough, thank you.

 

4. I must not eat crap. I will try to have a balanced diet and so I could actually lose weight in a normal healthy way and not by starving myself. Hamburgers, French fries, chips, chocolate, greasy products and canned food will not exist any more in my fridge. Or my cupboard. Or by the bed. I could use dropping off 10 kilos. I will have milk and cereal every morning, a healthy meal during the day and fruit and salad in the evening. I will not go to KFC because their food is completely bad for you and because they kill small fluffy chickens. I will try and go to KFC only once a month.

 

5. I will do better at work. I will work harder, be more serious about it, impress everybody with my skills and never leave on tomorrow what I can do today. I will get a pay raise by June and a promotion by the end of the year. My boss will love me and so will all our clients.

 

6….But. I will try to have less days when I leave work at 2 am. Seriously. A 16 hours working day shouldn’t be allowed! And I will try not to get pissed of at my boss or my shitty dear colleagues even when they are treating me in a way that nobody deserves. I will smile and say “Yes, of course I will help you” and “I’m sorry, I was wrong” even if I AM NOT SORRY BECAUSE I AM NOT WRONG!

 

7. I must accept that I am wrong sometimes ocasionally from time to time sometimes.

 

8. I must be nice to my family. Especially with my aunt T. Especially when she calls me and asks when I am going to get married and how much I am earning at work.

 

9. Love my friends. This is easy. I would already die for my friends. I love them!!

 

10. Speaking of friends. Must stop talking like a “Friends” character. Also, should stop mixing English words with Romanian ones and avoid the American sense of humour. Even if my close friends understand me, I must get it through my thick skull that my co-workers and my boss have no idea what I am talking about most of the time. Must try and remember normal Romanian jokes with Bula and Ceausescu in a bar (or was it with Ceausescu and Bush in Heaven?)

 

11. Make time for extra activities. Like dancing lessons, Spanish lessons, photography. Like going to the movies. Like finishing the master program I started in October. There is more to life than work. At least that’s what they say.

 

12. Keep order in my house. “Order in the house, order in the brain”, that is what my mum always said. How can I keep my wardrobe tidy when I have mountains of clothes? And how can I order up my books when they are literally throwing me out of the room? Ha, literally. Get it? Books, literally? What was I saying? Ah, yes. Order!

 

13. I must stop walking around alone at night in weary places. I must stop loving Bucharest so much and accept what everybody is saying: that it’s a bad, dirty city full of  creeps. Taking the last subway alone is not ok. Driving at 3 am through Magheru is not ok. There are girls getting raped as we speak in Bucharest. I should know news, I work in journalism.

 

14. Be nicer and loving with my boyfriend. He deserves it. I shouldn’t yell at him even if he forgets things, I shouldn’t push him around and be bossy all the time. For instance, I shouldn’t have called him “dodo head” even if I told him to go to the train station and buy tickets for the 10 am train, and he bought them for the 13 pm train because he forgot the exact hour I wrote for him on a post it. People forget. If I remember EVERYTHING doesn’t mean that everybody should. Yes, forgive and forget, be gentle and kind.

 

15. Travel more. Every month you have to get out of town. The town is evil and I have to get out of it to restore my positive energies. Well, that’s what my best friend G. says. I think she's wrong. I think it’s the best place to live. So, get out of town every month. Get out of the country every year. Like this Easter, go to Malta. Like tomorrow, go to Sibiu.

 

16. Just be freakin happy!

 

(ok I know the genius 10 step plan is a 16 step one but you get the point!)