I work with people living in different time zones than me: US, India, Asia. Sometimes I need to stay late at the office in order to meet some of my colleagues during the conference calls. I am ok with this as long as I get some notice, so I can arrange my schedule. But it really annoys me when people send me meeting invites for 11:00 PM or 01:00 AM one day before and have no clue why they are inviting me to their meeting. Most of the times there is not even an agenda of the meeting, just the dialing details. In these situations I decline politely and add as well the following questions: “May I kindly ask you the purpose of this meeting? Why do you think my presence is beneficial to your meeting? What is the expected outcome following this meeting?”. And the even more annoying part is the type of answer that I sometimes get: “Well, it is up to you if you decide participating to this meeting”. And then I re-state that I am declining the meeting. Beside, have no idea what is about and it is pretty damn late anyway.
A few years ago, I thought I would be unable to learn any flamenco step. It seemed too difficult, could not follow anything and my back and knees were hurting after my first flamenco initiation lesson. It turned out that the instructor was not not a good teacher. His dance skills were amazing but his teaching skills not suitable for beginners. Meanwhile I decided to give it another chance and went to another initiation class. This is how I met Silvia Leon, whose teaching skills are amazing. She knows how to teach, after all she is a teacher in her daily life. She took us step by step, starting from the basics and patiently taking us further. Flamenco is not an easy dance. It entails a lot of practice, a lot of technique, so many rhythms and styles and it takes years and years of practice in order to feel and merge with the music and to be able to actually give yourself to emotions and dance them. Flamenco is the dance in which the music follows the dancer. If the dancer goes faster, so is the music. Usually we are used as dancers to follow music. Instead the flamenco dancer creates the music and the rhythm. Of course, when his or her turn comes. So, why do I like flamenco? Because it is passionate, proud, conveys feelings. Because pain can be translated into strength. Anger can be released. Because […]
Viata este scurta. Si nu ne dam seama cat de scurta e. Ne ocupam timpul cu lucruri insignifiante. Ne stressam cu lucruri stupide. Ne ocupam ca sa fim ocupati. Alergam in stanga si in dreapta si incercam sa ajungem la timp.. Sa facem cat mai multe, sa acumulam. Unii dintre noi sunt infometati si insetati… de putere, de avere, de […]
Era prin 2013 cand mi se promisese subit un rol la un alt client. Tocmai venisem dintr-un concediu medical si asteptam cu infrigurare si stress rezultatele analizelor in urma operatiei. Putea sa fie ori de bine, ori de foarte rau. A fost de bine. Oferta de job venise cand chiar ma asteptam cel mai putin. Faceam de cativa ani buni acelasi lucru, cu orare ciudate, cu nopti partial dormite, cu lucru in weekend, cu stress mult si cu deadline-uri. Stiam ca trebuia sa schimb ceva. Iar acea oferta cumva picase la tanc. Insa imi era teama de ceea ce doctorul mi-ar fi putut spune. Imi imaginam doar ceea ce era mai negru si mai sumbru si imi faceam planul B sau C. Apoi am acceptat postul care ma scotea totusi din zona mea de comfort. Mi s-a promis training si suport in noul rol la celalt client. Pana la urma mi s-a oferit ioc training si ioc suport, si mai mult stress si deadlinuri si mai stupide. In schimb aveam weekendul pentru mine si nu trebuia sa lucrez noptile. Asa ca per ansamblu, stiulul meu de viata s-a ameliorat (intr-un fel). Asa si sanatatea. Noul client era o companie finlandeza. La scurt timp dupa ce am ajuns, un deces a avut loc in echipa. Atac de cord survenit in vacanta, dupa o perioada de stress intensa si prelungita. La o luna, alt deces, infart, survenit tot in vacanta, la o […]
Ever since I moved to Belgium, I started paying attention to flowers, plants and potting. At the beginning I suppose it was a way to feel closer to my family and especially of my mother who loves flowers. I started noticing the blossomed trees, the beautiful flowery round-abouts and the abundance of the flower decorating the windows. I discovered […]
Despite a long, frustrating and painful conflictual situation with a renown jewelery seller from Zakynthos, l actually remain a big fan of the Zakynthos island. This beautiful Greek island, third largest in the lonian see, has so many things to offer. Here is why I love Zakynthos: The beaches have such a fine sand and so lovely turquoise waters. Zakynthos honey is the best honey I ever tasted. Lesante Hotel was one of the best hotels I ever stayed with an outstanding service. Their meals were amazing and their breakfast and dinner buffets a continous feast. The Greek Night meal and party at “The Sweet Revenge” restaurant was one of the best parties I ever been. Note for the teens: I like to dance, eat and drink responsibly. Zakynthos is the only place in which I could dance on tables, beside the “Le Corbeau” in Brussels. All the trips taken with Nefis Travel were amazing. We even took twice the same trip (The Blue Caves) just to redo the experience of the blue smurf waters. Sea food is amazing and kadaifi is one of my favorite desserts. The yoghurt is so tasty and I love it so much that all the yoghurt that I currently buy is “Greek style” The olive oil produced on the Zakynthos island is as well one of the best olive oils I ever tasted. Every time we returned home with a huge 5 liter recipient. […]
It is a glorious morning. Sun is shinning, making everything look more beautiful. The grass seems always greener in the spring, especially if the sun is shinning. It is starting to warm up. It feels warmer, both outside and inside, in my heart. At work, whilst taking the elevator, I met the jolliest employee ever, spreading energy and good-mood. He seemed happy that I was not on Easter holiday like everyone else. Actually I had had some leave, but only for a longer weekend. Anyway, it is amazing how one’s guy good-mood can spread positivity around. At least, it worked on me. If only there would be more people as merry and friendly as this guy. Life wold be more easy-going. Life would seem happier to many of us. Hello Spring! Welcome back!
* Because my wedding ring, symbol of my union in Church, got broken only 6 months after the religious ceremony and on top of that, the jeweler was accusing me of not taking care of it. * Because our wedding was so beautiful and the only thing that stained it was the memory of missing diamonds fallen off from the ring. And this happened twice. * Because of the way the jeweler managed this unfortunate situation, chasing me with a lawyer and threatening to sue me for slandering in case I was not stopping ‘the illegal behavior” of telling my story on my blog. * Because the jeweler was blaming me, when they had done a very poor repair job. Ring lost again two diamonds one month later after the repair. * Because the jeweler outrageously claimed that repair was done properly and at high standards of quality. Meanwhile I was looking in despair at my ring with two diamonds broken and lost and all of this after one month after the “marvelous” repair. * Because the jeweler threatened to sue me of slandering if I had not removed my blog post that was telling my experience with his company * Because jeweler kept insisting that it was my fault that the ring broke in the first place. I am not sure how he comments the reason for breaking the second time after the “so called’ repairBecause the jeweler kept […]
This morning I left home in a hurry. I was late. And beside that I was not feeling well. I was dizzy and with nausea. I got to the office, switched on my pc and immersed in the daily work items. I was having a soar throat, so I kept my scarf around my neck. Now and then I was […]
Acum catva timp simteam ca plutesc fara directie. Mare lucru nu s-a schimbat intre timp. Inca plutesc fara directie, inca nu am obiective clare sau vreo misiune anume, inca nu stiu incotro ma indrept. Insa de data asta nu ma mai tracasez atata ci doar ma bucur de moment. In loc de nori gri ploiosi care tronau deasupra capului meu, acum e soare si cer senin. Sunt ca o pasaruica ce zboara cand ici cand colo fara sa stie exact unde se duce, descopera una alta si se minuneaza apoi iar porneste intr-un zburat pe ici-colo. Sunt ca un fluture care se lasa purtat de vant. Descopar flori si floricele, ma umplu de mireasma, zambesc. Nu ma mai zbat ci las vantul sa ma duca unde o vrea.
Din ciclul “diferente culturale” la birou… Acum cativa ani, pe vremea cand olandeza pentru mine suna pur si simplu a zgomot am intrat intr-o echipa formata in preponderenta de vorbitori de flamanda. Notati va rog ca la vremea respectiva vorbeam deja trei limbi: romana, engleza si franceza (deci trei limbi dintre care doua nu imi sunt native si una este limba oficiala in Belgia). Si desi in companie limba oficiala de lucru era si este engleza, nu de multe ori flamanda este folosita in vorbirea curenta. Astfel ca la birou s-au format doua grupuri principale. Grupul vorbitorilor de flamanda, alcatuit in din majoritatea colegilor care sunt in preponderenta belgieni si grupul mic si minoritar al celor care nu vorbesc o boaba de flamanda sau care inteleg cat de cat. Membrii grupului de vorbitori de flamanda isi folosesc limba nativa in mai toate situatiile de grup: jos, la cafetaria in timp ce iau masa, in pauza de cafea sau cea de tigara. Daca vrei totusi sa socializezi si sa petreci timp cu ei, la pauza de masa, de cafea sau de tigara, te pomenesti ca desi discutia tu o initiezi in engleza, repede si irevocabil discutia o ia pe flamanda iar tu, cel nevorbitor, te trezesti ca esti tratat cu indiferenta lingvistica si culturala. Era o zi de 8 noiembrie cand aniversam ziua numelui – Sfintii Mihail si Gavril si am vrut sa folosesc acest prilej ca sa mai netezesc un […]
Simt ca nu imi gasesc locul. Simt o presiune pe piept care ma impiedica sa respir in voie. Nu stiu ce caut. Nu stiu unde ma indrept. Plutesc pe loc. Nu stiu in ce directie sa o iau si oricum simt ca nu am cum sa ma indrept, caci doar plutesc. Nu e pamant de care sa ma proptesc, pe care sa imi incordez muschii picioarelor ca sa ma deplasez. Plutesc in nestire. Iar lucrul acesta ma destabilizeaza. O nemultumire aproape continua ma salasluieste. Oscilez intre manie si deprima. Un discurs continuu negativ nu imi da pace mai ales cand sunt singura, doar eu cu mine. Pe alocuri zambesc si ma exaltez de cei din jur. Uneori uit de manie si de deprima. Uit atunci cand dansez sau cand sunt in compania celor ce imi sunt dragi. Uit cand sunt in biserica, la slujba de duminica la care ajung mereu tarziu. Uit cand ascult sau cant colinde, cand sunt cu Ozzie la antrenament, cand decorez si bricolez, cand cos si creez. Uit cand vorbesc cu ceilalti. Sunt nelinistita caci nu imi gasesc locul. Nu stiu care imi e menirea. Nu stiu unde ma indrept. Daca m-ar intreba cineva azi – Unde m-as vedea in 5 ani?, n-as stii ce sa ii raspund. Presupun ca pe pamant, cu un tel si o directie anume.