Pollyanna Rules

Silver line in the cloud, there surely is no hurry, but would you mind showing up?!

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things to be grateful four – day for

Well no, it’s not a typo, I just couldn’t help being silly with the title.
I can’t help being silly most of the time, to be honest.


I have been living here for a year now, studying hard(ish), volunteering here and there, making friends, taking pictures, getting to know a Country and the zillion of cultures mixed and living together. I never imagined such huge differences could exist in a tiny, tiny Country.

I am grateful for this year, it was a big leap into the void, at times I have thought it was a huge mistake, and maybe it was. Couldn’t make a better one, though.

The downside of this amazing experience is, needless to say, that I have spent all my money and I am nearly completely broke. It was an investment, and I hope it will bear some fruit. Still, I am broke.

I woke up this morning, checked my messages, and there it was! My former boss saying somebody is waiting for my CV. It’s in another Country, but a very nice one. And hey, did I mention I’ve been here for a year already?!

I am not sure where this will lead, and I know I wanted to write about the things I am grateful for in general, but today I can’t help feeling grateful for the opportunity.

I dare even say I am happy.


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Minidemigods – it’s a big community

I am biased, I know, and I tell myself I should try not to be. 
Then I hear conversations like this…


– He’s a wonderful person, very clever, not afraid of powerful people, not a Yes Man

– Oh you’re right!

– Definitely!

– Absolutely!

– I could not agree more!

– That’s what I have always thought of Mr X

– Actually, we were talking about Mr Y

– That’s what I always thought of him, too, of course

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A call from Demigod

Then I got another contract extension. 
On the bright side, the world still has somebody who works to “do good”.
On the dark side, Demigod thinks he is entitled to treat me as a slave more than he did.
On the “oh, come on, let’s be practical” side, I will still have money to buy food at the end of this year.
Sounds good enough for a Monday morning.


Thursday was a holiday.
Friday most people decided to take an extra day off, and have a long weekend. Sweet.

I was one of the many.
The many who decided to take the Friday off, but…

Wednesday afternoon, around five, call from Demigod.
Trembling, I pick up the phone, and there he goes with his “did-you-want-to-leave-early?-muahuahuahuah” requests: write a speech for a conference, reply to a message he won’t be bothered to read, collect and analyse financial data on whatever it was…

I reply sure, it will all be ready by Monday, we can have a quick check then.

Monday? did I hear well? I want to discuss these things with you on Friday. Did anyone say you could take a day off on Friday? wait, I have a call on the other line, will call you back…

Now, I don’t want to split hairs, but my contract says I work from home and have to come to the office only for meetings. I am not supposed to be here everyday. And I do. So actually working from home every now and then should not be an issue, in my humble opinion.
Little did I know that with each extension I would have become more of a slave and less of a consultant.
I knew better than to argue with him, so I waited for him to call back.

Six thirty I was still waiting. Put my coat on and went to Demigod’s Office.
He was gone.

Friday morning – still tired from a wonderful dinner that had turned into late night chat and a long drive – I was at my desk.
Call to Demigod. No answer.
Call to Demigod, again. No answer, again.
Lunchtime, still no trace of him.

It felt great to take the afternoon off, after all.


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Demigod and the Centre of the Universe

As I said, I have a plethora of bosses.

Let’s focus on the two we’ll probably talk about again. And again:

Demigod: high level officer who sometimes behaves as if he were a demigod. Which is apparently the rule among his peers. We work in the same building. Me confined to the attic, which is not as cool as it sounds. Except during the winter, when it’s really cool. 

Centre of the Universe: in charge of the project I currently work on. An extremely indecisive person, he recently resolved to rule the World. He works far away, which is the perfect distance.
I am not sure what he does, to be honest. He probably is the one I should refer to as “supervisor” when applying for other jobs. Which of course I don’t. The supervisor thing.

Monday last week I receive an a-mail from CoU asking to pick up his passport and send it to his office. Half an hour later another e-mail says no, don’t send anything, I am coming to see Demigod next week.

Now, running around to pick up stuff is not exactly what I am paid (???) for,  but given the rough spot we’ve been through lately, I try to be nice. And win a morning off ;).
Passport at my place, I wait for more instructions. Nothing. For two weeks.

Yesterday, around five, I get a message for CoU “Demigod was supposed to arrange next week’s meeting but I haven’t heard from him, send the passport now”.
Next week? I thought it was this one.
Demigod arrange a meeting?! Like, the Queen cooking dinner. I was impressed. Well, I would have been, had this meeting actually taken place.

Am I supposed to go around with his passport with me all the time,  just in case he wants me to send it immediately?
Shame on me, I had no idea.
We had a weird exchange

 ” I’ll try to do it in the afternoon (it was something past five by then, no way to get it done), otherwise on Tuesday. I told you I would be leaving tomorrow”

“No, send it now, I need it. Oh, and I won’t be coming to work until Tuesday too”

I was puzzled.

“So there’s no need to rush through the city with this storm? I don’t think it’s sensible to risk my health for a passport you wouldn’t be able to have in your hands before Tuesday anyway”

“Tuesday is perfect”

The subtle art of pointing out the obvious.

Needless to say, quarter to midnight he decided I need not send the passport after all.

How many more will I get before Tuesday comes?