How about a post of a different kind???

There is no way a person can move over in two days period, pack ..move..unpack..repack…. and then also work one job and on one hobby that was supposed to be a hobby and almost became a job (next time I say I like teaching and all that capacity building crap shoot me right there…) and be emotionally supportive yet not demanding - and then attending friend’s medical emergencies while figuring out while of all people in New-York a motherfucker had to chose MY credit card to buy stuff in Atlanta and deplete my credit the day before I am leaving for a trip to Africa with an itinerary that has changed like 100 times.

And yet this is what I have been doing and I have been pretty good at it, most importantly I was resilient and silent. Too busy to fix my sh*t to look around and bother people. However, in all this stress …fatigue…dealing with people’s emotions and Bank’s issues I was mesmerized by the large number of people (acquaintances/friends/family members/random people in the elevator/my doorman/cab driver) who had all something to say…and unsolicited advise to give…..a statement to make just for the sake of …

I know it all comes from a good place.

However,



How about??????









Yes - how about that people???

Having said all that, I apologize to the people I have let down in the last few weeks. My blog has not been fun to read and I owe other obligations to people I shall not name - you know who you are... aI'll be my old self again someday. Try November, maybe.

Godo night dear people.

Reflections on my NOT running (and lack of suitable clothing)

I thought I was doing ok with the 3 miles running thing. I thought that I was cool. I thought I was tough….but then last night I got a text message from M. and on her 5 miles every other day and her 5Ks marathon in Central Park. All of a sudden I remembered how I was lagging behind during our run together. Initially, I thought it was because of her long Swedish legs but then all of a sudden I had an epiphany………. who am I kidding, exactly?

I- am- not- in- any- kind- of- shape- for- a- 5K- run. …Not-at-all.

Notwithstanding this I will go running with her and the girls..…If I don’t make it I can blame my butt for being so big. If the rest of the girls don't make it, they won't have the same excuse because those bitches eehmmh girls don't weigh more than 100 pound apiece.

Anyway, my reflection is that I totally lack the gene that causes jealousy and competitiveness. If I were a different person I would feel like I needed to also run 5 miles every other day and get out of bed at an unspeakable hour to roll over to Central Park on Sunday mornings for the 5Ks. But since I lack the drive to measure up (or down) I am sitting on a self-satisfied big butt engaging in caffeine and pasta related food crimes. And I am pretty much happy with that.

On a different note, I am going to the Opera tomorrow night and I swear to Jah that I have nothing appropriate to wear….but decided that I CANNOT buy the dress for that.

HAve a good week end, dear people. I'll try to come up with something meanigful soon.

What would you never do?

What would you never do a few weeks before being posted to a third world country that looks like this?








and this





and this







Probably, you would not buy this
















But then you would not be going to the concert of Cesaria Evora tonight.







I could not dress like any other night to honor the Barefoot Diva.

Uninteresting, certainly

Just to make sure that I maintain the standard of bitching and ill-tempered posts you have all come to expect let me tell ya that I have my year-end review today and I am not feeling it. I am not in the mood to evaluate my performance, discuss it with my boss achievements and all that jazz. I am not in the mood to add value or partner for excellence, create synergies, maximize results and upholding principles or raise awareness or conduct a SWOT analysis.

I am not in the mood to sit in my office and write. BTW… how on earth did I end up in a job where all that I do is write-write-write when I always let me stress ALWAYS hated writing. I never kept a secret diary as a child as could not bother writing…

Here is what I am in the mood for:

- Eating
- Putting my feet on the table
- Reading
- Chatting with my friends on the phone

If there were a job that involved these four activities, I’d be the fucking CEO.

However, I am wondering if I will be crying at my farewell party.

The polls are open babydolls.