Iar de garda

As fi vrut mult sa fac asta un blog asa profi, in care sa spun cu multa patima socialista despre miracolele psihiatrice- din pacate realitatea e ca garzile mele sunt binecuvantate cu o conexiune mai rapida decat smartphonul meu pretentios.

On call bleep

Sunt de garda din nou.
O garda de weekend continuata cu o minunata zi de luni.
E pe aici un coleg , nou venit care m-a privit cu compatimire.E aici de o saptamana si inca nu intelege de ce a plecat din Romania.Eu sunt aici de 2 ani si din fericire reusesc sa-mi aduc aminte inca.
Am un bleep tembel care chitaie mesaje aiurea.Ultimul imi spunea ceva de o adresa si niste pupici.Nu , nu erau pentru mine ca io nu stau la Salisbury Ave.Pentru ca insista totusi cu adrese si mesaje m-am hotarat sa-l pun pe silent.Asa cica , ca si barbatii trebuie sa-i ignori ca sa fie interesati( am citit eu in Marie Claire de anul trecut).Pentru ca ma simteam totusi responsabila am decis sa o sun pe doamna de la Switchboard sa o intreb daca nu cumva e totusi cineva disperat de-ajuns sa insiste sa vorbeasca cu psihiatru de serviciu'(adica io) Doamna telefonista si-a luat rolul in serios si mi-a raspuns intepat ca nu are timp de prostiile mele si sa sun providerul. De parca pe vodafone il doare undeva de nebunii mei! si sambata seara....
Desi politicos am insistat ca nu am nevoie de dansa sa imi repare bleepul ci doar sa imi spuna daca e vreo urgenta pe undeva , a continuat in spirit telefonist sa imi explice directia spre ...stiti voi unde!
I-am multumit politicos.

This is me before.
Before leaving Romania and going for the British greener pastures.
All happy and cheerful , smiling and enjoying life, sun, friends and sales.


And then one day I decided that this was all too much and Romanians should go and help the poor westerners who lived their gray, civilized depressed lonely lives .
And there I went , waving bye bye too all good deeds and went to war........

First there I found hard work, less time and tough people.I worked and worked and worked like crazy and in small steps and jumping over a few setting short term and long term goals I did how some would say...I made it.
And then the world was not enough.
And then nothing was enough.
And then everything become enough...again.

To blog or not to blog

This is my ....too many to count attempt to blog.
Every time something shows up and I get too busy with actually living life and forget to share whatever crazy thoughts go through my mind.
I always forget my password and I find that convenient.
However from time to time I get bored and I find writing to myself is better than talking to myself.

And here I am with a new blog.
Password is : password.
Next time there is a gap between my posts please do email it to me with an activation link .