The working week

Have we really considered the necessity of this working week we have today?
Is it really aligned with the realities and needs of modern man and women?
I believe not!
there is something fundamentally wrong in the way the current working week is the way it's been since ... well.. since it was needed.
I know in Nordic countries and in leading companies flexi-time and home-office solutions are common, but for most of us it's the same old hamster-wheel week in and out. It's Friday? Great.. I'll be legless by 21.00 due to exhaustion from 5 days of work.
It's Saturday? Yippie! The ONE DAY I can actually organise the life I try to pretend to have outside work!
It's Sunday? The day before I am back in modern slavery? Thoughts are trapped in anticipation of new wonderful working week.
We have swipe-card?
We have short lunch-break. Barely enough to run , queue and pick up sandwhitch with no taste eaten in hurry in front of PC?
We have instant coffee?
We have sick-leave forms?
We have office yucca palm?
We have life?

Smooth skinned frog

Ufff... My smooth skinned frog is leaving. FYI smooth skinned frog is a antonym for young beautiful french boy. Anyhow. Being fancophile me, it's sad to let this one go.
Back to the Balkan stock-exchange for me. But the Balkan exchange has such low currency. And the investments are risky to say the least. And don't even get me started on the Mediterranean portfolio of volatile, unstable investment options.. Uff again. the scandi market is stable and reliable, but how boring! Too boring!
The british exchange has some fringe benefits, however beer and football kind of lessen the value of the investment to a degree of not worth while.
Which market to enter next?

Back Again

Well.. It's been a long long break. And the verdict of 2010 so far is a preatty good 10 on a scale to 12 (12 being perfect). The moaning of lost ex is definitively over and life looks forward, not backwards. May he marry his new woman and make many babies! Bless!
Since last I have lost and gained 5 kilos. I have removed the false nails and swear never ever again! They are the tools of Satan those things!
I've had a brush with cancer and a string of lovers. There has been travel and work, work and travel. All in all very good 2010. But lately the score is dropping rapidly. in fact .. today I see a low 6 of 12. How can that change? Shall I join a sect perhaps? Maby something to consider as religious people always seem so darn happy!
Yoga? Green tea? I'll let you know.

Insomnia

Why can some people fall asleep just by deciding to?
How can people slaeep during travel? Be it plane or train. How?
I am so envious. I've had difficulties sleeping since childhood.
It's 04.54, and Ive tried to fall asleep since 23.00
However frustrating it is, -there is something magical about night.
These hours when it feels like you and the cat are the only awake beings.
Besides the poor bastards still in a bar somewhere in partyville.
Strange thoughts, creative whims, ingenious work-related ideas and
just general nonsense often appear as I battle for some sleep.
Why is it I always fall asleep just within the frikin hour the alarm is set to?

False nail virgin

So, I have 10 brand new (well, one week old) false nails.
I never thought I would have them, and now I do. Pretty much every woman I know have them, so why shouldn't I? They look great, but they come with all sorts of obstacles. I feel totally handicapped. I can't button my blouse, can't open my dogs tin of dogfood. I can't scratch my ear or pick my nose. I struggle to type, I can't deal with the locks on my necklaces and bracelets.
They need as much, if not more care than the original ones.
And, christ, it hurts when you break one! Yes, off-course I have broken nails already, what did you think? Not just one, but two snapped right off. It looks bizarre. My friend said matter -of-factly " you would break your nails even it they were made of diamonds and drilled into your fingers with oil platform technology"
Off to mend the two broken ones tonight. I have to! The bastards cost me a fortune.
One + of the whole thing, which again proves that men are gullable fools, - men think they are real! I mean, .. honestly. But hey, thanks boys, and bless your smelly socks!

Live with love, not in fear

I've just been bombarded by wellmeaning advice lately. Could karma be trying to tell me something? The messages I get have been delivered by the oddest mix of people. Some strangers and some old friends long not seen. A new friend I met during a conference in London told me "when one door closes another one or more opens".
That is true when you are in a position mentally to actually recognice these doors.
Sometimes after a blow, one takes a bit of time to reach that stage. But it seems I should become more positive ASAP. My good friend since 5 years made me aware of the power of self-fulfilling prophacy.. Something I know I'm guilty of.
A lovely man from Israel said the most powerful saying to me. He even grabbed my face in both hands and delivered with such intensity I think I have no choice but to listen to him. "Live in love, not in fear. Smile and keep going. Forget the past, there is only future ahead"
2010 I'll wow to become more focused and positive. Just saying so makes me feel happier. Perhaps this all really works..
The mind is a place of its own. It can make heaven of hell and hell of heaven.

I love babies too, but

But I'm not so sure about their mothers. Just today I tried to enjoy a coffee and newspaper in one of my favorite coffee-shops. To my huge disappointment two mums with their bundles of joy plonk themself down on the table next to me. Well, that inaccurate. Between them, Bentley priced off-pist trolleys, cots, changing bags, bottles, toys blankets and much more they actually occupied 3 two pax tables AND blocked any access on either side, leaving guests to hurdle on their way in or out and waiters manuvering like circe de solei doing their job. The babis cried. That's what babies do. The young mothers ordered each an apple juice. And the circus begins. Changing, burping, one brestfead, trips back and forth to the changing room. Apple juice knocked over. Bisquits all over the floor. What a mess!
And I can't help to overhear the detailed baby-talk between them. I almost think they spoke extra loud in their pride of being BABY MAMAS.
I mean. They are everywhere with their huge trolleys.And they walk side by side, blocking the entire sidewalk. The looks you get if you get if you try to squeese by! Can't you see there are BABIES here, you idiot, their look says.
I've even ended up in the cinema next to a screaming baby with a mother and all her equiptment. I swear they cannot possibly need alll that stuff! They bring more for a trip to the supermarket than I do when packing for a weekend getaway!
I like babies as much as anyone else, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. When I was shhhhhushed for caughing by two angry baby-mamas in the cafe, I left. Found myself a really grotty brown english pub. Last baby -free frontier.

Retail Therapy

I've just been on a full scale shopping bonanza. How wonderful.
My sweet grandma transfered money to my account with the spesific instructions to "spend it only on things you can wear. This cash is for vanity only"
Hurray! No worries there. First stop: pre-tone-toner, toner, day/night cream, eye-cream, masks, serum, pre-serum serum... the whole package.
Next: shoes! Boots eels and goodlooking semi-flats.
By now my heart is beating and the general well-being has drastically improved.
Then I'm off to get myself a nice new winter coat. Found a real beauty with the nicest details and tailoring like I've never owned before.
When I add jeans (which I now can fit into thanks to the world famous break-up diet) two tops, I'm mildly euphoric. Just to add insult to injury I get a scarf, one qute clutch and sunglasses as well. By this stage I am high as a kite.
Never ever underestimate the true value of retil therapy. It is perhaps not sientificly proven to work, but it sure as hell does. Any woman knows that. And for me at least, the feeling lingers a long time. Every time I use my serum, when I open my warderobe and find NEW THINGS to wear. Good stuff. Should I have spent money wisely on rent and food and boring stuff, sure! But we can't disappoint grandma now can we? And, as loreal have brainwashed me to think: I'm worth it!

Sundays are and never will be what I want it to be

Since childhood I've had a difficult time dealing with Sunday's. And from talking with friends I know I'm not alone. So, what is wrong with Sunday's?
Nothing that can be easily explained. I usually just feel the blues. The weather is rarely as good as it should be. And there is just that x-factor to this day which I feel difficult to describe. Even when I was in a relationship and had my partner around, -the perfect recipt for a good day (no work, time to make love, nice walks, quiet time e.t.c.) I found the "Sunday Cloud". Many people have Sunday as their preferred day of the week, but, try yourself, when you ask people, Sunday is not the most common day to be favorite. Why? Obviously it's the working week coming up, but surely that can't be all. Is there a religious undertone? What do I know. All I can do to combat sunday blues in getting snug in pyjama in front of the TV. Reading and walking helps too. I just wonder why this day seems twice as long as any other weekday...