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Fotografii realizate de Adrian Cotiga si Monica Juganaru Data petrecerii de nunta la Foisorul cu Flori fusese batuta in cuie – 19 iulie, insa nu stiam exact cum vom face cu partea legala si cea religioasa. De fapt, nici nu stiam prea multe despre ce trebuia sa facem pentru a ne casatori in religia ortodoxa. Stiam doar ca ne trebuie nasi, insa nu stiam nici pe departe de conditiile pe care biserica ortodoxa le impune nasilor. Am aflat mai tarziu ca biserica ortodoxa cere ca nasii sa fie casatoriti (impreuna) si ortodoxi. Preotul cu care vorbisem ne spusese ca ne-ar putea gasi el niste nasi asa pentru cununia ortodoxa. Am refuzat cu politete ideea unor nasi necunoscuti si de complezenta. Pentru noi, nasii trebuiau sa fie persoane care au o insemnatate in viata noastra si care ne-au indrumat cumva cursul relatiei noastre. Si cine altcineva sa ne fie nasi (chiar si simbolici) decat Denisa, datorita careia eu l-am cunoscut pe Chris si Wayne, bunul prieten din copilarie a lui Chris , tata a doua fetite si sot cu experienta de casnicie. Ne doream mult sa ne cununam totusi in biserica si spre deosebire de biserica ortodoxa care ne punea tot felul de conditii (nasi casatoriti si ortodoxi, mirele sa se lepede de religia anglicana si sa se boteze in religia ortodoxa, etc), biserica anglicana ne-a intampinat cu bratele deschise. Mi-am pastrat religia ortodoxa, nu trebuia sa ma botez din nou, […]
Acum mai bine de un an de zile, prin luna mai, am venit cu Chris in Romania in cautare de locatie pentru nunta. Intai am cautat in Bucuresti, vizitand mai multe locuri printre care Palatul Ghica, Hotel Epoque, Ambasad’Or si ajungand pana la Mogosoaia. Fiecare loc avea farmecul lui, insa ori lipsea natura ori atentia la detalii sau simteam ca nu eram pe aceeasi lungime de unda cu organizatorii care de multe ori erau complet inflexibili si urmau acelasi fel de organizare folosit over and over again. Intr-un loc am gasit natura, insa era lasata de izbeliste, cu sticle de plastic plutind in apa lacului. Am gasit si autenticitate, insa lipsea natura sau sala era cu mult prea pompoasa pentru gustul meu romantic. Asa ca din Bucuresti ne-am indreptat spre munte. Am vizitat mai multe locuri, insa doar doua locuri ne-au atras atentia: Hotelul Foisorul cu Flori din Sinaia si Hanul Muresenilor, la cativa kilometri de Brasov. La Hanul Muresenilor am gasit natura si romantismul pe care mi-l doream atat de mult. Gradina era superba iar foisoarele albe unde s-ar fi luat masa afara mi-au starnit imginatia. Ador mesele rotunzi si culoarea alba! Mai era si un foisor chiar in mijlocul unui mic lac unde deja ma vedeam cu Chris in fata preotului zicandu-ne juramintele. Variante de restaurant erau multe, caci la Hanul Muresenilor aveau mai multe restaurante care ar fi putut acomoda nunti mici sau mai mari. In plus […]
One of my colleagues became a father for the first time. His wife blessed him with twins. As usual, my colleagues want to congratulate the father and make a nice gesture by buying and signing a card and raising some money for a small gift for the newborn(s). Since there are two babies instead of one, the question is – How much money should they contribute towards? With 5 euro – the usual agreed contribution within the team or with 10 euro, as there are twins? What a dilemma! I don’t know if I should laugh or not. … Even in Romania, where average revenues are usually a lot smaller than in Belgium, people would contribute with more than 5 euros for the gift for a new born. Cultural differences, I suppose.
Nunta la belgieni este pentru mine o controversa. Cu atat mai mult, cadoul pentru colegii care se casatoresc. Diferentele culturale sunt clare si ma tot frapeaza, desi dupa atatia ani, ar fi trebuit sa ma fi obisnuit. O colega de-a mea se casatoreste, si precum se practica in echipa i-am anuntat pe ceilalti colegi ca strangem bani pentru cadoul ei de nunta. Cum Belgia e excesiv de scumpa (comparativ cu Romania de exemplu), nunta se tine peste hotare, in tara miresei. In Belgia, tara mirelui, se tine doar un cocktail ca sa se sarbatoreasca evenimentul. Dupa cum spuneam, am pus mana de la mana cu cei de la munca sa ii facem un cadou (banesc) fetei. Am luat si o felicitare, unde lumea doar s-a semnat, caci pentru colegii mei belgieni e prea complicat sa scrie o urare sau sa se gandeasca la niste cuvinte frumoase. Revenind la colecta pentru cadou. Eu am pus 25 de euro, caci mi se pare o suma rezonabila pentru invitatia la cocktail. Ceilalti colegi? Ce sa zic decat altceva decat diferente culturale. Eu eram cea care strangea banii si nu de cateva ori am ramas uimita de controversatele raspunsuri primite si de sumele ridicole de participare la cadou. Mai jos cateva raspunsuri si ‘contributii la cadou’: “Pai eu nu vin, asa ca dau mai putin” (Suma data: 5 euro) “Pai eu s-ar putea sa vin dar s-ar putea si sa nu vin, asa ca nu […]
The more I was listening to her complaining about her miserable life, the angrier I was getting as I could see how much she was digging herself into sorrow and covering herself with shit. I wanted to slap her, to shake her really hard and yell at her – “Wake up, woman! Stop whinning! “Your life is not that bad as you say so. You’ve achieved wonderful things! Stop making your life seem that hard, that horrible! You were used to living on satin cushons, have others solving your issues, not taking risks and not being responsible for your life! Grow up! So what you’re thirty and single? So what you’re getting divorced? So what you are not fulfilled by your job? So what you don’t have a car? It is not up to me to find solutions. Although I did it so many times! I am just sick and tired of giving you advice, finding alternatives and hearing you complaining all the time, despite of all my efforts! I am sick of trying to find solutions for you and every time have them thrown away for some stupid reasons that you invent just to sabotage yourself and demonstrate how hard life is with you. It’s taking too much of my energy!I am sick of hearing you saying all the time – “Yes, but…”, “If I had this/ if I had”… Although you don’t know it, YOU have enough ressources […]
“Oh boy, it was a huge space-ship looking like VW Passat which was parked facing the wall. So obviously to drive it out, I had to reverse. On the gear shift, for reversing it was shown the same direction as for the first gear. I lifted the gear shift (as I did so many times with all the cars that I had driven before) and moved the gear shift towards left and then forward, believing that the car will get into reverse mode. Well, it didn’t. It kept getting closer and closer to the wall.” I got my driving license while I was still in the early years of undergraduate. Back then I had the time to study for this and it was fairly cheap to do the driving school in Romania (especially if you compare the Belgian fees for driving schools and test ). Then after I succeeded my driving license test, I just kept my driving license in the pocket and displayed it as a “good to know” item on the CV. I had no car of my own and dad was never around to drive his car, hence I did not practised my new skills. I continued to be a pedestrian for another 7 years, both in Romania and Belgium. When I moved to Brussels, there was really no other mean of transport available than the public transportation. Then I got a job wich came with […]
1 – Aschia nu sare departe de trunchi O vorba din popor spune ca “aschia nu sare departe de trunchi”. Eu adaug ca trunchiul ar trebui sa fie mandru de aschia sa si ar trebui sa o incurajeze sa ajunga mai departe. E dureros totusi cand trunchiul e in competitie cu aschia si ar face orice numai ca aschia sa nu reuseasca sa se desprinda de pe trunchi si nici sa sara. 2 – Paradox de management à la Focsani Paradox de management: pe de o parte managerul reproseaza subalternilor ca nu au rezultate si ca businessul merge prost, ca nu muncesc si ca nu se implica destul; pe de alta parte acelasi manager respinge subalternilor toate propunerile, toate proiectele si toate initiativele, fara a da vreun argument decent. Ce solutie au subalternii? Ce pot ei dezvolta? E ca si cum ai taia picioarele cuiva si apoi i-ai reprosa ca nu are rezultate la curse.
1) At the gym, a rather corpulent guy (so I don’t say fat) was doing some cardio on the cross-trainer. While he was exercising, he was watching a program on food. It was one of those shows where some guys cook all kind of tasty-looking like dishes that make you crave them and that you can almost taste them. It was just hilarious, as if “I want to lose weight, but I am keeping an eye on the food to see what I am missing”! 2) A woman who was supposed to be careful with money, as her budget was rather restrained, ended up spending about 150 euros only on two pairs of shoes. On the other hand she refused going on a 1hour boat trip on one of the most beautiful, breath-taking rivers, because paying 10 euros seemed too expensive. 3) While in a 3day trip in the sunny Portugal, a woman rests on the beach admiring the beautiful navy blue of the ocean, the come and go of the waves and the little colourful cobles in the sand. She realises that instead of enjoying more of this peace and quietness given by the ocean, she had spent about 6 hours on one of the bussiest streets while doing shopping. She concludes that spending so much time on such futile activities was rather stupid. On the next day however, she spends her morning in the shops looking for bags […]
They were really intrigued today when during an informative meeting (we were celebrating a colleague’s birthday) I said “When I was a little girl I wished I were a boy”. I don’t remember the context of that conversation exactly. We must have been speaking about our childhood and how it was back then. My colleagues, mostly men, started laughing, probably thinking of all kind of sexual jokes. It was indeed a funny and intriguing statement. How come? “Well yes”, I said, “back then it was cool to be a boy than a girl, especially that I all my neighbors were boys”. And I also realize that for long time I thought it was not only cool but also a lot better to be a boy. – Boys had freedom to shout as long as they wanted while girls were reduced to silence, because it was not pretty for a girl to be shouting. – Boys were allowed to say what there was on their mind and speak up, while girls were supposed to shut up and bear – Boys could have run as much as they wanted, getting dirty while running and falling, while girls were supposed to be good, stay pretty and be clean – Boys could have played with swords, be adventurous, climb on trees, while girls were supposed to stay still, keep the clothes clean and play with their dolls When I grew older, boys were still […]
>A venit primavara! Deja se simte! E mai mult soare, aud din ce in ce mai multe pasari cantand, natura gri pana mai ieri isi schimba incet-incet hainele si devine mai verde, mai colorata. De-abia astept caldura, culoarea, energia, sa incerc bicicleta care ma tot asteapta in garaj, sa ies mai des. A venit primavara!
>Ever since I joined the team of a worldwide company active in IT-telecommunication, my work related universe has completely changed. Nowadays I don’t talk about communication campaigns, online tools, branding, PR, Google Analytics or CRM. My work jargon has been completely replaced by a brand-new series of concepts. Of course, I still talk about project management, communication, planning, action plans, milestones, budgets and follow-up, but all from a different perspective.As I am still a new acquisition or a new hire, I am still able to see the differences between my colleagues that have been baptized with the corporate culture and who can’t see that there can be other ways of defining and approaching things or simply expressing himself.Below I will present some items of my new jargon (that personally I found it funny). “PTO”: Mark told to me that he was supposed to be on PTO this week. What on earth is PTO? You’ll laugh. It is just – Personal Time Off. I wonder what happened to “leave” or “holiday”. I suppose it’s more fancy to say PTO, like a some type of special activity that only some people are allowed to do. The worst part is that people don’t even realize that in a normal English, you wouldn’t actually use – personal time off. “Site visits”: Having an online communication background, “site” for me means “website”. And site visits means nothing else than “website visits” – the number […]