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I am afraid I haven’t been too good with my one exisiting resolution (yep, I’ve given up trying to wear skirts and dresses.. maybe in the summer I’ll try again).
I went through a couple of really stressing weeks at the end of February and my poor nails suffered the consequences. I am still trying hard, but my thumbs sometimes look directly into my eyes and say “look at all this tasty skin! Bite it! Pick it!!”.. And I am weak.. I can’t resist tasty skin around my thumb…
As you can see from the photos below, the other fingernails are doing much better, especially my left hand. A different issue, however, is the cuticles. I have no idea why my cuticles are having such a big problem with growing in a normal way..
I don’t want to spend any money on this, but I feel like maybe a trip to the nails department at Boots may be needed, and have a look at what specific products they have for cuticles…
My boss takes me to lunch sometimes. We go to our local M&S, have a sandwich and a cup of tea, share a newspaper (he gets the front and the back, for the sport, and I get the middle pages) and have a chat about current news.
We were doing this last week when I noticed two young-ish business-like men sitting right next to us. I didn’t pay much attention until one of them decided to make a telephone call.
I was gobsmacked. He was the rudest person I have ever seen. The conversation went something like this:
- HIM: Hi. Put me through to Peter Smith*
- Other side of the line: ………………… (of course I couldn’t hear this)
- H: What? Speak up!
- O: …………….
- H: He’s not what? In the sit?!
- O: …………….
- H: HAHAHA.. The sit?! What is the sit?! HAHAHA -
(At this point I have assumed the person at the other side of the line is a foreigner who has slightly mispronounced the word “seat”)
- H: Do you know who I am?! (he is shouting at this point) Go and find Peter Smith!!!
- O: …………….
- H: You’re useless. Put me through to John Parker* or Michael Adams*, they’ll know how to find him!!
He manages to get through to one of those.
- H: Jesus Christ John, who the fuck was that? Can’t they even speak English any more?? She kept saying “sit” HAHAHAHA…
And he kept going with his conversation with the other guy.
I was so annoyed. I could feel the rage growing on me. I wanted to stand up and say to him:
Listen bully boy. Us foreigners can do our jobs very well, given that we are treated with respect. The way you were talking to that girl was unforgivable and of course she started getting nervous and mispronouncing words. You’re never going to get the best of out anyone when you’re shouting at them. Ah! And if you’re so bloody important and need to talk to someone that urgently, get their fucking mobile number!
But of course, I didn’t say anything. I don’t really have the guts.
I felt for that girl, because I’ve been there. My first job when I joined my company was to answer the phone. And I was so nervous that I couldn’t even get the company name right. But I was reassured that it would get better and my bosses were so nice and patient with me. However, you still get the odd fucker on the phone who makes you feel as big as a roach.
I can only wish patience to all of those foreigners trying to get by with an accent. I am afraid you’re going to come across one or two bully boys in your way…
(* the names are made up of course)
The other aspect to my visit to Bogotá that I wanted to talk about was the leisure side.
Bogotá, as any other big city, has a great nightlife. Not that I managed to see much of it, but from what I did see and what I was told by the locals, it seems that the Colombians know how to enjoy themselves!
To start with, Colombians eat a lot. The eating culture is a bit more similar to Spanish than not. With starters, and first dish, and second dish, and pudding, both at lunch and dinner. I was really surprised to see how much everybody was eating. I am now very much anglicised in the sense that I will only eat a little lunch and a normal dinner. I haven’t done the whole “starter+first+second+pudding” in a long time!
Restaurants were really nice, good value for money and the portions were a bit more generous than in the UK. We visited a few restaurant chains, but we also ate at local ones. The chains we visited were: crepes and waffles and wok, and the local restaurants… well, I can’t remember the exact names, but they were all simply wonderful. The beef in South America is already famous (especially the Argentinian one), but I must say that I have never eaten such juicy and delicious meet in my life before. This has put the bar quite high, and I am going to find it difficult to enjoy a steak as much here in the UK!
Then there’s the nightclubs. Well, I’ll be fair. I didn’t go to any nightclubs or I wouldn’t have happily gone to one. Nightclubs and me don’t go well together. But the place we went to wasn’t any nightclub. No. It was way more than that. It is called “Andrés carne de res” and it is a restaurant / bar / dancing place. One of the most amazing places I have seen in my life. There was a live performance with actors just wandering around the place, there was a band (Tuna-style) going around the tables singing happy birthdays and other “welcome to Colombia” type of songs, the waiters were awesome and entertaining, the food was the best I’ve ever eating, by 10:30 EVERYBODY was dancing anywhere (on the dance floor, on the stairs, around the tables, in the toilet lobby…. EVERYWHERE)
I have tried to explain it many times since we came back, and words always fail me. It is one of those “you-had-to-be-there” places, as its magic and atmosphere can’t just be explained. You have to live it. I am planning on going back to Bogotá again in the future just to go to that place once more. That’s how awesome it is. It’s worth the 11 hour journey just to spend a few hours there.
The one tiny little detail that I do not like about “Andrés carne de res” is that, of course, they mainly play Latin music. Latin music and I don’t mix (in fact, I still remember last New Year’s Eve party, where we went to this party where they were playing Latin music all night and I felt like the most miserable girl in the place – and probably was!). BUT. After 3 beers and half a mojito I was so drunk that I started dancing to everything. And I mean everything. I slightly remember that they played Jump Around and there I was, jumping like a maniac…
I must explain a bit more about the mojito… It wasn’t your typical small glass with more ice than drink.. No. It was a bowl (yep, a bowl, like the ones where they serve you noodles in Wagamama) full of drink – I reckon there was at least half a bottle of rum on it, as it was the strongest drink I’ve ever drunk. And it wasn’t that expensive! Around $41.000 Colombian pesos (£14), which can seem expensive but it’s really good value for money for what you get.
I left that place unconscious, I was dragged back to the hotel by my boss and my colleague. And the hangover the following day was just horrible, but totally worth it. 
Please forgive the lack of pictures in this post, but the few ones I took are so blurry and dark that it’s not worth putting here.
Being rude and its consequences »« Films I watched in the plane
Did I say that I travelled business class to Colombia? I am not supposed to publicise this, as our parent company won’t allow anyone to fly business (to save on costs during the recession), but my boss managed to convince his boss and off we went in business class. Yay!
Apart from the food and drinks, and the seats that go almost completely horizontal for you to sleep, one of the things that I enjoyed the most was the entertainment system. I am sure, though, that you get the same system in economy class, because I remember very well our honeymoon flights to LA and to Honolulu, and we got something similar.
What did I watch? A bit of everything…
***SPOILERS!***
Melancholia.
I will be honest. The main reason why I decided to watch this film was because of Alexander Skarsgard (Eric in True Blood), who is absolutely gorgeous and I could just look at him for two hours straight. But, I was in for a treat/shock with the film. Directed by Lars von Trier, I should have known that it was going to be weird at least.
The story evolves around Kirsten Dunst’s character, who is depressed and can’t even be happy on the day of her wedding. The wedding party scene is quite good. So many repressed feelings, emotions and speeches. You get a very good feeling of Kirsten’s family and you can start realising why she is such a depressed person!
But the wedding (which I thought was the main focal point of the film) is only the beginning. The story then centres around Melancholia, which is a planet that is threatening to crash against Earth. Kirsten’s sister is really fearful of this, whilst her husband (Kiefer Sutherland) assures her that it won’t happen.
It is a slow film, but I don’t mind slow films as long as the plot is engaging enough, and this one is. Overall, I think I give it a 8 out of 10.
Bad Teacher.
Typical silly comedy with Cameron Diaz (who doesn’t play the role of her life, to be honest, but she’s not that bad). It has got funny bits, but overall it is nothing too amusing. Shallow girl who wants to catch a rich man, decides to have breast implants to have more opportunities and starts a series of ventures in order to get the money. There is a really funny character in the film, which is a fellow teacher who is in love with Cameron’s new target, and the scenes where they two fight are the best in the film. 5 out of 10.
The Help.
This one is my favourite from the ones I watched. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I had heard good reviews, and that’s what made me choose it among many other ones.
It is set in a Southern State (Mississippi I think) in the 50s or 60s, and it tells the story of Skeeter, a girl who wants to become a writer, against her friends ideas that she should marry and settle with a man to look after. Skeeter, however, is set in her ways and decides to follow her own path. She “sympathises” with the coloured folk and she actually misses her maid, who raised her and gave her the best advise. After coming back from college, her maid no longer is in her house but her mother won’t tell her what happened.
She manages to get a job in a local newspaper, writing the “domestic help” column, but as she doesn’t know how to respond to the questions, she convinces her best friend to “lend” her her maid to answer the questions. This then turns into a deeper relationship, and Skeeter starts thinking of writing a book on the maid’s stories.
The film is moving, funny and very well told. I hear the book is better, so I may give it a chance (never the other way round, no!). Definitely a 9 out of 10.
Para qué sirve un oso?
The films I chose to watch in the plane where films that I knew Jon would have little interest in watching. And this one, being in Spanish, was a good candidate. (There was only another film in Spanish, the latest Almodóvar film, but the plot summary didn’t quite catch my attention)
The film is about two brothers, one biologist and one zoologist, who have not spoken to each other in years and have a distant relationship. The zoologist is currently living in an Asturian forest, waiting for the bears to come back to the forest, so he can then stop a building development that is about to destroy his forest. The film has a big “eco-feel”, and there’s much talk about recycling and looking after nature, and things like that.
The film is really funny, and I love the characters and how the relationships develop throughout the film. A 7 out of 10.
So, my trip to Bogotá is now done and dusted, and I must admit that it wasn’t as traumatising and difficult as I thought it would be. My original fears of having to use my Spanish in a professional environment and using it in a technical way did materialise and I struggled a tiny bit in a couple of occasions, but overall I survived.
There are two main aspects to my trip to Bogotá that I want to talk about: Business and Pleasure. Today I will talk about the business side.
I was very pleasantly surprised about the level of professionalism that I saw. It’s not that I was expecting anything less (well, maybe I was), but Bogotá is a city with so much contrast that you can’t help but marvel at how seriously business is conducted there.
We visited several offices of several people (lighting designer, integrator, light fitting manufacturer, etc) and everywhere there was a sense of seriousness and of “we know what we are doing”. Colombians don’t muck about when they are doing business. BUT, they will always maintain a very relaxed atmosphere and conversations may quickly change to a more lighthearted topic temporarily.
Something else that impressed me was the tidiness of all the offices we visited. If you came to my office in England, something that would strike you straight away is how untidy it looks. As my boss would say, it is a functional office: everybody has big desks with space for big A1 or A0 drawings and this space is definitely used. There are drawings and papers and other materials laying around and it gives the impression of a cluttered and unkempt office (exactly what it is).
The other side of the coin of this, however, was the building site that we visited. There is no sense of Health and Safety and I was stunned to see so many irregularities (so many of them that in England that building site would have been shut by the H&S authorities in less than one minute). I talked to my Colombian host about it and his answer was so unbelievable that I am still struggling to believe it: He said that labour is so cheap that if someone gets hurt it’s easier to just replace them rather than waste time to make them safe in the first place (!!!).
No safety barrier for a whole in the wall
This proves something else that I found interesting. Colombia has got a very defined hierarchy system. Social strata is something so common that nobody questions it. I noticed it during the first five minutes of the first meeting that we had. Jorge, our host, called his assistant and she replied “Si, señor” (yes, sir). This happened many times in that first day, that made me start paying more attention to those little details. And I was in for a shock. People will call you “doctor” when they don’t know your title. So if you look like a professional person but the person who is addressing you doesn’t know your title then they will call you “doctor” or “doctora”. In the professional field, people will address each other by their job titles (in formal situations). So if you’re an engineer, people will call you “Ingeniero Pérez”, for example. If you’re a lawyer, you will be called “Abogada Crespo”, etc.
Also, the great majority of people will speak a decent amount of English. In the professional environment this is quite a given, and we only came across one person who didn’t speak it, but did understand it. Obviously, I still had to translate backwards and forwards, especially when my boss used dark analogies (he loves analogies), or Spanish people were trying to translate literally from Spanish and the meaning got a bit lost (particularly with sayings and proverbs).
That Colombia has had (and still has) a problem with security in the streets is a well known fact. But nothing can prepare you to the sight of armed security personnel everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. Every office has their own security guard, and most roads in the business districts and centres have got police and dogs (the dogs are for bombs as well as drugs). It is a shock, but it did make me feel more secure, and I take it that’s the whole purpose of it (as well as catching criminals!).
All in all, it has been a good experience – work-wise, and who knows if we will have to go back some time soon!
