My colleagues had the sweetest attention today. The planned a birthday lunch form me. One day in advance since tomorrow, I'm going back to the physio during lunch break. It was really nice of them, I was touched.
Although I would have appreciated it even more without the stress factor. The digestion was a bit rough.
So... Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm getting older. I have the weekend to get over it plus two extra days off I offered myself as a birthday present.
It's today! No, I'm not all excited about birthday but I can't help but being amazed by the large member of people all around the world who remembered! How the hell do they do that? I hardly can remember my own birthday... I can recall my brother's or my mom's but could never remember my father's or grand-parents. Took me three years to remember my cousin David's birthday date (March 1st), can't never remember if my best friend's birthday is two days (or one day?) before or after my brother... I'm terrible with dates. When I recall one, it's a miracle!
So yeah! For me, it's just amazing so many people remembered. From work to old friends all over Europe, family and Internet buddies. Y'are all so amazing! ^^
My colleagues offered me a few little presents... candles, boxes, soap, etc. My manager offered me a tea pot. Very touching attention. But she offered me a tea pot last year too. LOL OK, this one's bigger. So now I have a total of 4 tea pots at home, various shapes and sizes. Héhé.
My mom invited me to this Japanese restaurent called Kamome where they cook in from of you with a bunck of amazing gestures and flames and all... It was delicious!
My brother, Carla and Tiffany were there too. It was a nice evening. Too bad I was that exhausted...
Remember this awesome keyboard I was talking about? Well, I've seen it won't be available before this summer... but I was told it would be out beginning of February. Arh!
Today was my last day of my exquisite extended weekend. It was also the day I had to go to the physio again. Since I couldn't get an appointment for the usual time, I had to get there by myself since my mom couldn't drive me (she's working). So I decided to try to take the car. I was a bit worried since my doc told me I shouldn't try to drive before I could reach a 90° angle... I've been trying to pull on my ligament to reach that bloody 90° angle but this morning I was still not there.
But I trusted my car. One can't have such an expensive and big car without expecting a certain level of comfort, right? And it's an automatic so there was no big deal. But I was worried. And excited. The most difficult part was getting in the car. Seriously, my technique wasn't that glorious. But I managed. Once the leg in place, I could drive with no problem whatsoever! I could not describe the feeling I had when hitting the road on my own, in my car, with my music, the sunshine and... FREEDOM!
The session was OK. I worked on the weights as hard as I could, despite the hurting. I'm a bit worried because I still can't lift my leg yet (which caused the weird technique to climb in my car). The doc made me try but it was way too painful and he didn't insist. I still have about 14 session ahead of me... We'll see.
Uli arrived from Germany on Sunday evening. I hadn't seen her in about three years! And she's staying for a whole month. It's a big deal. I have to... share my apartment! Eeek! Live with someone, share the chores, plan to (horror) cook real meals... I'm not sure I will survive. At least, I don't have to share my bed.
On another hand, I'm happy to see Uli. We've spent a few months in the US together when we were both Au Pairs. Seems like another life time. Weird. But we already pretty much lived together. Arh! The experience shouldn't be that terrible.
If you don't see any update within the next week, check the Swiss jails (we never know).
I had this interesting talk with one of my colleagues during our tea break. She feels that sometimes, she's put aside because of the way she is, the person she is. She feels she's not understood or that she cannot understand the people around her. I'm getting the exact same feeling, more and more. Like I wasn't meant to live in society.
I'm still struggling with unpleasant feelings. People around my are a mystery and I don't seem to find the key to crack the code. They can say something and do something else. They can say something to someone and say the opposite to someone else. Am I abnormal or am I doing the same thing without even noticing? Either way, it's pretty bad. I'm either stupid or ignorant and mean. -_- Pick one.
One would think I had lived enough and went through enough crap experience in my life to know human kind... Maybe it's myself I cannot understand. Or maybe I'm reaching for this ideal kind of person that probably doesn't exist. People are bad! Just at different level. Is it? I prefer to think not but...
Maybe people just don't talk enough. They don't understand each other. We're missing one bit of the equation to fully appreciate the situation, to make things clear. Until we all reach that level of openness and honesty, I guess I will be unable to live properly in any kind of community. Just because I suck at it. Big time.
I have feelings I cannot explain. I couldn't explain it to my colleague. All I know is that it hurts sometimes, keeps my mind busy, made me loose appetite (and weight - good thing). Yay to life!
Yesterday, I almost fall down my chair when a colleague of mine called me over Skype. Well... I was sitting on the floor - I was safe - but she did surprise me. I use to only have people from this specific net community on Skype and seeing someone from work was a bit creepy. Especially since she's not really the computer kind of people and I wondered how she managed to find me... She just looked up "Pouick" and here I was. No real challenge... Not even funny.
All she talked about was my picture. The mentioned net community has a specific dress code and well, she never saw me like this. When virtuality is catch up by reality. I'm doomed.
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My colleagues seem to have noticed I lost a bit of weight but nobody dares asking me it it's true. I thought it was the contrary... People would congratulate you on the weight loss but would never mention your gaining any. So... I guess it's not that obvious that they don't dare mentioning it. Although if I am the one mentioning it, they would tell me "I was sure! It's so visible!". Yadda, yadda, yadda...
I wonder how I manage to write so nice little entries as below when deep down I feel so pissed and desperate.
Reminds me when I was writing a journal as a teen and my aunt found it and yelled at me for what was inside. Since that day, I always faked nice sentiments in my journal in case "someone" might read it. I notice I tend to do the same here (and I'm sure my old-fashionned-hand-writen journal is no exception).
I'm fucking 28! Why would I care if someone comes across my blog? It's there for that, right? You don't like it? Leave! But even my friend only or private entries are somehow biased by this past experience.
Realizing that makes me wonder about the person I am since the journal episode was really not the worse experience in my life. Maybe I'm totally fucked up and I'm the only one not seeing it.
I realize I've been pondering a lot about me, myself and I lately. I'm not really sure it's a good thing. What if I find out I'm a terrible person? Selfish, mean, stupid, exigent, egoistic and so much more... Maybe I am.
I managed to go to Uchitomi last weekend. This is my favorite Japanese grocery store... Well, it's almost the only one in Geneva anyway. ^^
The lady recognized me - "Long time no see!" – even after more than six months. Pretty flattering. Well, it would be a shame if she didn't recognize this crazy chick who always spend over 150.- CHF each visit.
This time wasn't an exception. I wanted to have a Japanese dinner since my friend Uli – roommate for one month - like this too and she has been cooking ever since she got here... That alone was quite expensive. But the side cute-things is always the killer for my wallet. I'm a cute addict. Shame on me.