sexta-feira, dezembro 02, 2016

On coming back to blogging...

I started this blog in December 2005 (it was on another website... but it was this blog)... 11 years ago. I was 25 years old and had just moved from Lisbon to Geneva for my dream job. I had an office just for myself overlooking the Jura mountain and had the near to infinite energy that only 25 year olds do. I was very sure of many things in my life... and i am so grateful  that life has proved me so wrong!

I would like to come back to blogging regularly, however life has been just too intense for anything else then living it...

I will give it a try, if nothing else, because i like reading what i write years after i wrote it.


segunda-feira, agosto 10, 2015

Undignified moments of baby delivery

So... you've waited 40 weeks and the moment to deliver your baby is here. Everyone is psyched (yourself included) and all those happy and horror stories of other women's births are going through your mind until the first contraction hits and you know it is show time!

For all it's beauty and magic, labour is also filled with undignified moments nobody can really prepare you to... for example:

- Jack Nicholson moments: you will be walking around in a stupid hospital gown that is supposed to close on the back, but in-spite of your nakedness it remains open because the last thing you remember is to close up the stupid dress

- Can't touch this moments: almost everyone that enters the delivery room will have  to touch you in some way you don't want them to

- Poltergeist moments: you may scream and switch languages as if you were possessed by the multi language demon

- Waterfalls moments: you realize you have to pee, but there's no way the midwife will let you go to the bathroom

- Did they forget to take the second baby out moments: when you get up the next day and realize you still look like you are 7 months pregnant (Kate Middleton must be a real princess to come out f the hospital looking like she did)

There were other embarrassing moments... many others... but fortunately - thanks to all he hormones you are pumped with - your brain forgets.  That is definitely the best part... forgetfulness (which by the way will accompany you for all the weeks following the delivery).

terça-feira, maio 19, 2015

Juntas ja...#4

Dancamos e saltamos ao som de Kate Perry emTianjin...
Fomos às massagens em Hong Kong, Porto, New Delhi e Geneve...
Fizemos mani pedis em NY e no Dubai...
Subimos os Aliados a andar tipo pinguim...
Subimos o Jura (de carro)...
Ficamos coradas e/ ou com calor em alturas absolutamente inapropriadas...
Tivemos que acabar conferencias telefonicas mais cedo - cramped bladder trumps any conversation!
Comemos gelados no Porto, Gaia, Londres, Davos, Bruxelas e Zurich...
Usamos a pregnancy card para nos esparramarmos em sofas e cadeiras em cafés, esplanadas e até reunioes...
Comemos oh so spicy noodles em NYC, e em Geneve, e em Hong Kong (basically every where cause spicy noodles are just too delicious!)...
Usamos a pregnancy card para nao ir a pé da Boavista ao Aliados na noite de ano novo...  
Dormimos muito muito muito...
Comemos demasiadas pipocas do Arrabida...
Vimos um Mad Max pela primeira vez...
Recebemos sorrisos empaticos de estranhas(os)....

Pah... que abuso!

Questiono-me se agora nos programas de MBA, negocios, empreendorismo, candidaturas a empregos  (e outros que tais) dizem às pessoas que é boa ideia porem nas cartas de motivaçao que falaram com alguem que trabalha no mesmo sitio para o qual se estao a candidatar....
Ja é a terceira ou quarta vez que isto me acontece:
1) alguém que esta interessado num emprego na mesma organizacao onde eu trabalho
2) encontram-me na vastidao da www
3) arranjam o meu email e mandam-me uma mensagem para saber mais sobre a organizacao e o programa de treino que esta oferece
4) eu respondo ao email e falo ao telefone com a pessoa (que nao conheco de lado nenhum, nunca vi mais gordo, nem sei nada sobre como trabalham)
5) as pessoas (que ja estavam convencidas antes que era um trabalho que queriam) ficam ainda mais entusiasmadas e candidatam-se
6) mandam-me um email a agradecer o tempo dispendido, as informacoes dadas e a INFORMAREM-ME que vao referir na carta de candidatura que falaram comigo!

Ora raios parta! Eu nao vos conheco de lado nenhum!!! Desde quando é que isto é aceitavel?!?!?
What the fuck?!?!

Esta estratégia de "pseudo name dropping" é fraca! e mais... se algum hiring manager se lembrar de me perguntar alguma coisa, provavelmente nao funciona em vosso favor!

Ide trabalhar e arranjam referencias decentes.... nao se aproveitem de quem foi prestavel e vos quis ajudar a tomar uma decisao informada!

terça-feira, maio 05, 2015

True story

I am in the line at FNAC, one client is paying and two ladies are waiting to go before me. The cashier finishes the client, and before starting with lady n°1 turns to the 9 months pregnant  lady of the queue:

Cashier: - Excuse me madame, can i process your purchase?
Me:- Oh, yes please. Thank you so much.
Lady 1:- WHAT?! Why would you give her priority?
Cashier:- Because the lady is pregnant
Lady 1:- Oh... In my time no one ever did that. pfff
Lady 2:- Isn't it nice to see how much things have progressed since your time for the best?

And so i was allowed to pay my one item, and Lady 1 felt terribly inconvenienced for delaying her purchase for 3 minutes and wasting another 3 minutes protesting without any backing up from other people in the line.


terça-feira, abril 28, 2015

O que faz falta... nao é so animar a malta...

Também me faz falta:
- 2 ou 3 golos de mojito antes do hamburguer
- correr à hora do almoço (ou ao final da tarde, agora que ja esta luz até tarde)
- comer mousse de chocolate e ovos moles
- comer salada directamente to pacote
- nao estar a cair de sono às nove da noite
- nao ter borbulhas como se tivesse 21 anos
- martinis bianco com gelo e limao ao final da tarde junto ao lago
-  subir escadas a correr
- baixar-me para apertar os sapatos
- apertar os casacos dos fatos
- sentar-me com as pernas fechadas
- cruzar as pernas
- passar despercebida em reunioes
- dormir de barriga para baixo


terça-feira, março 17, 2015

Juntas ja... #3

Passamos dias a preguiçar ao sol, no sofa, no cinema...
Comemos gaufres quentinhos em Bruxelas...
Tivemos momentos embaraçosos com conteudos estomacais...
Ouvimos conselhos de taxistas sobre gravidez, educação e amamentação...
Cantamos “c’mon baby light my fire” numa Starbucks em Zurich...
Ouvimos historias de terror dos partos de outras mulheres...
Andamos à neve, sol, chuva e vento...
Tivemos prendas e ofertas inesperadas...
Adormecemos obsescenamente cedo...
Binge watched House of Cards...
Descobrimos a amazon.com...

terça-feira, fevereiro 17, 2015

Juntas ja... #2

Estivemos uma semana na montanha mágica...
Comemos fondue de queijo...
Demos longas caminhadas junto ao lago...
Levamos visitas a andar de patins no gelo...
Fomos a Londres falar em publico...
Precisamos de ajuda para nos levantar do sofa...
Fizemos uma road trip da alemanha até casa de carro...
Apreciamos a orquestra da casa da musica na sala suggia...
Apanhamos com neve e muita bize...
Fomos nadar e ficamos a saber que ainda ha homens com barrigas maiores que a minha...



Do's and dont's: shouldn't there be a pregancy etiquette?

Being six month pregnant has now taken this to a whole new level... it feels very public and people have a tendency to talk to you about it. Being an introverted, i find it all a bit too much, but hey... it's part of the journey so i do my best to embrace with a smile...

From my experience, the only things others should say to a pregnant women are:
1. What wonderful news! Congratulations
2. You look gorgeous!
3. You carry that bump so gracefully
4. You look fantastic
5. That belly looks so good on you!

(you get the gist... only compliment and share positive comments... that is safe and socially acceptable)

Things i have heard so far, and wished i didn't:
1. I am so glad we are not paying for that bump - asshole!
2. When did this happen and why didn't you say something? - for the future i will keep a Slog (sex blog you can follow)
3. You do/eat/drink that? That is horrible for your baby - if you are not my brain or my doctor... kindly shove your judging attitude up your butt
4. You are going to that hospital? Oh... the nurses are not very nice there - thank you! 
5. What name?!?!? Every white trash trailer inhabitant uses that name - hum hum... here's when i will share my open opinion about this with you again: never!
6. You are having a girl?! Poor you! Your husband must be devastated - thank you asshole!
7. Girls make their mums very lazy - nope! it is really the lack of iron - there's nothing i can blame on the bump
8. Girls give you so much nausea - nope! i had no nausea, stop in-utero girl discrimination!!
9. You are pregnant? Congratulations! it was about time you slow down with work! - thank you for that judgemental comment on my life so far
10. You still working?! Thought you would be home by now - of course! because the moment you get pregnant you loose your brain...


domingo, dezembro 14, 2014

Juntas já...

Bem sei que não estamos juntas há assim tanto tempo, mas pelas ultimas semanas podes ver que comigo o ritmo é alto, os hoteis frequentes, os aviões usuais e as viagens são rotina. E ainda que custe a acreditar, juntas ja:
- comemos delicious pork & leek dumplings em hong kong
- visitamos o grande budha depois de um tufão
- andamos de ferry, caminhamos por Macau e comemos um tacho quase inteiro de arroz de polvo
- tomámos high tea no shangri-la
- corremos em central park
- comemos bagels madrugada fora
- negamos que estivessemos juntas
- conduzimos o belo Fiat 500 de Genebra até ao Porto
- corremos no Parque da Cidade
- andámos às compras na Delhi Haat
- ficamos num andar de hotel so para mulheres
- demos uma bela corrida no Dubai, seguida de uma massagem especializada
- fizemos outros dar gargalhadas de alegria
- apertamos a mão a pessoas importantes e sorrimos que "sim, que sim senhor... que eram de facto tão importantes e que as suas opiniões e actos poderiam mudar o mundo"

Bem sei que temos uma longa caminhada pela frente, mas por enquanto... i believe we are off to a good start!

quinta-feira, novembro 06, 2014

Bukhara Restaurant @ New Delhi

I have tried my fair share of restaurants in New Delhi, and Bukhara has to be by far one of the best ones i have enjoyed!

Their mango lassi is light and full of flavour! The black Dal is  a pot from heaven - no matter how full one is, you just need to have a bit more! Their naan is soft and multi layered! The chicken tender and spicy and the cauliflower an absolute delight! At the end, I just wished i had a larger stomach to try the deserts, but i really had no more room.

Will go back today to try a few more items!

segunda-feira, novembro 03, 2014

Travelling almost "the old fashion way"

On friday night, I left the office after having done a 50 hour work week and was carrying 60 reports, 1 laptop, 2 big folders and my hand bag. I got home and my most precious limb was missing... my blackberry!

I searched and searched... but it was nowhere to be found... i left it on my desk!  No problem (i naively thought...), i will come by the office tomorrow to collect that and a third folder i forgot. On saturday, much to my unhappiness i go up the hill just to find the office in total lock down without a single living soul to open the door. 

So... no blackberry! No email in my pocket, no what's app, no texting for free... Nada!
I get home write some angry emails, mobilize the IT department to make sure i have a phone at least when i land in New Delhi and made my way to the airport. 

Now, sitting at the lounge in Dubai, i can't help but notice how less stressful it is to travel without the email in  your pocket. People know i am unavailable, there is no pressure to answer them. 
I have only my old Nokia, which miraculously has roaming and enough money to send a couple of texts but that's it. 

It feels like I am travelling the old fashion way. Not bad at all! 

sábado, agosto 09, 2014

quarta-feira, julho 30, 2014

Montreux jazz... Happiness is contagious, as is love... So, just be anyone for me....

Before I ran away on vacations, I went up to Montreaux for the jazz festival.
The tickets were for everlast, and a Kidd I never heard of before was opening for Everlast.

From the Kidd's concert - Bastian baker - the best was his utter and absolute delight to be playing in Montreux. I was sitting on the 1st table and his joy filled my heart up and I became happy being a witness to his dream. I was his audience at the greatest music fest in the world "Montreux!"

Then came everlast who sang his heart out, talked about love, broken hearts, rich people problems', walking on other people's shoes, making hard choices, life, addiction and the monsters who surely live under our beds...

He said a musician knew he had made something for himself when he got to play at Montreux jazz. I mentally added that if you were not a musician, you knew you had made something for yourself  when you got invited to go to Davos. Switzerland, benchmarking careers since 1947!

Well, then he played "anyone", which I didn't know and have kept in my mind since then!
Not much more can be asked from a love song...


Para referencia futura...

Restaurantes a sul:
"O sacas" - zambujeira do mar. Comi um Robalo grelhado divinal com uma fantastica vista do oceano Atlantico. Se eu ja nao gostasse tanto da Costa vicentina, este jantar ter-me-ia feito apaixonar.

"o Horta " - Olhao. O melhor restaurante de olhao! De longe o melhor! Tudo em bom, desde a salada de tomate, ate as ameijoas, marisco, cataplanas, polvo e a mousse de chocolate. So e preciso chegar cedo para jantar. De resto.... All good calories, all worth it!

"o Camilo" - Lagos. Ameijoas, sopa de peixe, ostras e mantinha para proteger da brisa mais fresquinha que pega quando o sol se poe. A vista... digna de postal!

Praias: ilha deserta (ao sul, e a minha preferida) e a praia do burgau (fomos com uma local... Nao falhou)