Thanksgiving and Annual Reporting Exercise

I'm still lost in an ocean of work... the worst thing is that it is thinking work. If it were just doing work it wouldn't be so dramatic. But I'am in the midst of the annual reporting exercise, and that means that I am chasing my colleagues in order to have the information I need (in the guidelines of the exercise it's written: the whole country office must mobilize in order to produce the highest level report... hehehe)
That goes besides the usual expat worries at this time of the year, such as find an airplane ticket to arrive home at a aprudent time in order to preserve your inheritance, etc... also, if possible, not to get fired because you run of the office when there's most work, and not running out of money in the attempt, because it's a highly undesirable situation (generally, and particularly when you live a thousand miles far from your country).

At least, weather is fine, and that's a fair improvement. Here around they say it's winter, so it's 19ºC...

I've receive a few negative reactions about the last post (these things happen, I'm not kind in person, so why would it be so in the internet?), so I must make two declarations: it wasn't against people; you have the perfect right of being mushrooms if you want to! (know, assume the consequences!! I'm rude and when you repeat that to me, I deal with it). My anger was with myself (and with the world, for extension) for expecting things that are not going to happen and for not noticing it on time...

The second declaration is that I'm taking a short trip to Paris, let's see if we have time to prepare it all... it was a night shift and one of my searchs through low costs... we decided to go to Paris after the Three Kings Day, because we want to. And I'm especially doing this because I'm now accomplishing the first of my new rules on travels: to travel with a nonfrequent traveller, if and only if the other person proposes it.
Hm... sales on Paris!!!
World has become such a little place.

Nota bene: I need to improve my funny stories repertoire, C needs the flight to seem short...

And as per the rutine (JA), we're still redecorating over here... There's only left the physical part, mainly photos on the walls... this weekend is my deadline... I've almost catched with the work in the U, and I need to do some Xmas chopping, so this weekend is going to be spend here at the City (that and there's a huge incentive on Saturday, as there's a party, and I've enough travels on perspective next weeks)... my prenew year purpose is to make my home seem a home before leaving.

And talking about purposes and ending of the year, the post title comes not only from the fact that I'm full of work, but also from the thought that I maybe should do some annual reporting exercise including some lessons learnt, that have been quite a lot this year.
What I dont't have so clear is about Thanksgiving... but anyway, today is the turkey chicken day, as one friend told me this morning, and I wanted to include it, that misterious holiday.

Special thoughts today (not because of being Zenksguibindei, sorry for my spelling): to the Archer, who is taking an exam without convinction but with some nerves (come on, man, we all do rememner your Statistics!!!) and to my beloved Legal Drug Dealer, who today has a familiar surgery.... loads of positive energy for you both!!!

Rag bag

And you would say, where's this girl, she's not writing anymore?
OK, it hasn't been so long... It happened a couple of things since, that's true. But the point is that the other day I finally discovered how to translate my blog (here we are) and I'm working on it, so everytime I log into blogger is to fix the thing (proving to be harder than I thought, my limited knowledge of hmtl is proving to not only limited but also obsolete...), and in the end, I don't feel like staring the screen anymore. Counting work hours and hobby, my eyues will end up like boiled eggs(and since I still don't have lenses, that wouldn't be good to my supermodel career, though I'm starting to forget it, I'm too old to change my bad habits for others).
Besides, I was quite angry with the world, to be truth. But it was productive, it has served well to answer me a doubt I have always had.
Why was I angry? Because I won two plane tickets (they said it in the mail: "you think you are one of those who never win anything? Change your mind!!" However, I'm sure that 90% percent of world population claims that they never win anything; if they just noticed how many things they have already won... moral: I'll never claim again that I don't win anything, although really this story comes from much before, the day in which, I, six years old, discovered, without knowing, the games theory)... And you would say: hey! cool! Yeah, so cool. But the tickets were from Europe, because they were a present by Vueling (paying the taxes), for that very weekend.
Of course if I could have gone, I'd been to one of the destinies I don't know yet, that very weekend, but I couldn't. After the attack in front of the computer, I though: uy, maybe it's not compulsory that I go and I can pass the tickets to someone... I checked and it was true, whoever who had the code could fly.... But no one could/would. Since "it's too of a rush" till "oh, this weekend I reallllly can't"... the only person who would have accepted was, obviously, on travel. And it's not that I got angry with particular people, it's not their fault, neither is new this angryness, because it has happened to me so many times before. But in teh current juncture, let say it had a different impact, because I went to its very root.
Of all my acquaintances, no one has been spontaneous enough to do something like this (and I'm sure that if I had been in Madrid, Iwouldn't have found who came with me). I would have done it, and everyone answers: of course, but you are you. Yeah, and let's say that's an important part of me. Of course almost anybody of my acquaintances is ready to prepare the bagages and clear off to another country, like that, without turn back...
What boils up of all this? That I am very well where I am, and that my new life suites me much better than the previous one, and that I should leave my past alone and go ahead.
Lately I've had some dissapointments that have somehow been the last straw... but livinf without expecting things of life and people is not living. Therefore, following The Little Prince's philosophy, I've decided to expect from people what they can give, which means on one side, reduce my expectatives, and on the other, look for who can share those expectatives that used to lead to dissapointments. There must be someone, I'm not such a freak. Pérez Reverte already said that.

Those are strange times, lately... revising my rag bag, I've found my old regretful though of why did I choose going to Italy on Eramus instead of going to some more productive place in terms of languages (Italian is nice, but... right now it would be much more useful speaking French without effort, and not chewing it; or having lived in London)... but if I hadn't gone to Italy in the first place, I'd have never been deployed to Rome afterwards and therefore I wouldn't be here... so end with the thought that I could have gone to someother place. Puff, cancelled though.

And, why did I go in the first place? Because inside me, I already knew by intuition that it wasn't enough... For sure there will be more things being produce from my rag bag, it's utterly in a mess, and my superaccurate horoscope sais that these days I have this tendency to daydreaming...

Nothing more poetic to end that using some verses of Don Juan Tenorio, which I've always liked, although they're really coward, putting the blame of own actions on the others. This is just the contrary that i'm doing right now, but we are still on November, and... I want to quote them, that's all.

Llamé al cielo y no me oyó (I claimed to Heavens and they didn't answer),
y pues si sus puertas me cierra (so, if their doors are closed to me,)
de mis pasos en la tierra (for my adventures on Earth)
responda el Cielo, y no yo. (let Heavens answer, and not me).

First post... advertisement

I have considered for a long time writting also in English, as there are some kind friends doing efforts to follow me in Spanish. My first option was to translate the posts in Lilith en el Nuevo Mundo, but I didn't like the idea; I'd need to write shorter, and my creativity doesn't accept limits so easily... so, here it is, a new blog. It will anyway contain translations of the other blog, 'cause I think I'll never be able to write directly in English (this post is an obvious exception). I've always admire those writers who could write masterpieces in a different language from theirs... (indeed, I've always envied whoever who can write a masterpiece, but that's another question)...
So, this was the first entry.
Beyond here, monsters...