World AIDS day

 

frustration

Today was … not too good. The day before I was made aware of something I should have known, but didn't. I searched all my mails and honestly found traces that go back as early as end of last week when the problem was in somebody's hands since the beginning of this month.

I'm split between standing by my guns, which I find just lame because the finger pointing game is just not me, and merely straightening things out and go further, proceed.

AH is back from Nokia (the city) tomorrow. We shall see what he'll say about this.

Gosh! It's unreal how WO really lacks spine. And such a drama queen at that. I just can't stand loud mouths.

I anticipate tomorrow is going to be … difficult.

First time I want to quit.

Why not start use the intranet and find another job.

 

Self promotion

 

I'm wrong, you're wrong, alternatively

MV  sent me a sort of SOS e-mail asking me to help her write an answer to her supervisor in which she'd make a point in proving this and that and other things.

I'm sorry, I guess I'm feeling more and more comfortable with my own hierarchy but nothing in what she wrote proved anything but that she was wrong.

By essence being systematically right is suspect. This said, nothing tells me when I'm wrong/right. Except maybe the underneath layer of guilt (what better/other word ?) that informs me of some not so clean interest or bullshit I'm digging my head in, hiding myself behind.

I chose to shape up an answer in which I basically advised her to drop the matter and comply with what she was asked to do.

I detest conflicts.

 

Birthday

 

pillow

I'm not saying I totally adopted it but I'm willing to give it a try.

I woke up at 4 with my neck kind of stiff and hurting a bit.

Wherever I go, I systematically put all pillows away. I'm allergic to dust and ever since a doctor said to Mum I'd sleep better without pillow so I did.

Until today… last night rather.

It's been 30 years.

A small step for mankind though a major one for breaking old habits.

 

IBND

later in the day:
I don't think I won't be able to resist much longer. I bet my bank card is wondering what is wrong with me (built-in digital clock probably tells it what day it is).

Later … later:
My lazyness and reluctance to go out when it's dark (little after 4 these days) saved me and the card…

 

Philippe Noiret

Monsieur Philippe Noiret died yesterday. As they say 'of a long disease'.
I chose this little excerpt, from Cinema Paradiso, because…

 

cryptic phrase

I didn't understand the phrase until a specific circumstance, a rather scandalous … moment, brought some light to it:

I claim not indulgence but a deferment of any morals.

Maybe not correctly phrased and translated (M.Duras©) but like a surgeon is not supposed to operate à chaud  I think a certain deferment is necessary for what is, still, incomprehensibly … appalling.

 

Thanksgiving

One of our colleagues (actually two, I just realized that now) is american. Away from home (she's been living here for seven years the other one I almost forgot is an expat but based in Germany for fifteen years), since I think Thanksgiving might be considered even bigger than Chrismas, I guess it must be rather difficult to go through these days with others for whom the event does not represent anything special.

This to say I managed to not forget to buy Liisa a box of chocolate. It's the thought that matters.

This to wish you all out there, across the Atlantic ocean: Happy Thanksgiving.