Never trust strangers

You know what happens when you get yourself a landline?
Exactly. You get into the White Pages.
Which, differently to the Yellow Pages, would not link a seeker to something like the Brussels Menopause Centre, but will give out your name, your address and whether somebody else is registered to this number.
So after that one can go to the boiledrabbit.com and proceed.
I am making this up. I do not even know if there is such a thing as boiledrabbit.com
But anyway, if you live here be sure you never ever tell the stangers the district you live in. Because then they just have to know your last name and voila, they can stalk you as much as they please.
With that, back to work

My life as an ADSL hermit

Hello DAHRLINGS

Here I am, sitting with my ADSL, my landline, my laptop, my printer, my webcam, my two cellphones (one's not working), my webcam, my horny modem (the horns are for wi-fi that I do not use), a radio, a lot of wires and cables and not enough sockets, and all the usual suspects as skype, msn, icq, a firewall, an anti-virus and an ftp programme, last two on free trial of course.

That should make you feel grown-up, serious or businesslike - or anti-social? Yesterday I asked my msn-pal P whether I were to become anti-social because of my ADSL? He said I'd become a HERMIT. Well I would prefer an anti-social, Hermit sounds just like Termit.

The reason to get all this stuff in my little flat was that I am a starting businesswoman - a sort of - you know, one that cannot get a full-time job and runs around to pick contracts. In fact, I was just interrupted by a phone call re: a contract I thought I'd lost.

I had a lunch with a friend who mentioned that a person is about to start in their office because his employer wanted to get rid of them, and not for any other reason. Then I asked maybe I could come too - and she said, nobody wants to get rid of you, that's your problem :).

Whatever. I managed to get as far as create a webspace which is, as my adsl provider explins, a powerful tool for self-marketing. It is an exquisite white page graced with words "under construction".

However, I sort of figured out what I am going to put there. See, I got not one but two letters from our yellow pages insisting I should surrender myself to their catalogue. So I was nonplussed what field I should put myself in. I went to their webpage and checked what they have, and then I started to play with different keywords. And Yes, nothing in my specific field of interest. Maybe I just got lucky?

And then yes I did something vicious. I looked for a person who said he also was an independet and of course his family name shows with a completely different name and address. Yes if you happen to read this it's me and I am talking about you ;). Of course then I searched for the first name and there was a lot, including Brussels Menopause Centre. I thing that's where he truly belongs!

Ok back to work. Wish me luck, darlings.

Finally!

Here,
finally I got my adsl line
of course, not without a fun story - when an hour had passed since the fixed time of appointment, I called the customers' support, asking where's the technician. I must be very naive and a true bimbo (you know, the type who needs to be told - maybe you have a telephone cable, you just don't see it). The support told me not to worry, because "if the hour of appointment is fixed as XXX, it is simply not true, it means that the techician will come since that hour during the day".

Anyway, hope that everyone'll see more of me on the web,
xox

Stoneflower reincarnated

Hei
looks like I have been missed :) somebody even tried to get my password, anyway I got a message from the no-reply suggesting I chose the new password... did not look like phising but who said I am an expert? Anyway, my password stays intact, best regards to the suckers
to everybody else - I will not have an I-net connection till Wednesday, hope to see you then
Congratulate me on my new futon, bought for the autumn season about to start ;) catch up with you later

... and miles to go before I sleep

Eating...
the only job that feeds
I am afraid my tendency to procrastinate has also spread here. Aggie reminded that I was to write about the gender audite. Definitely so - but I have promises to keep - including this one but also another one - but maybe tomorrow I'd get to the audit thing.

Karin's black shirt will likely get back to the owner. Can't wait to get together. Me, I mean - the shirt has not said anything.

Today, there is only one thing for oversharing-
since I announced that I successfully passed a test (which ONLY gives me the right to take another one) to get a Dream Job, I could not help but notice ...how to put it mildly... some turbulence near my body's back door. The problem is that you might think those people are there to kiss up, but in fact they're there for something more passionate - to screw you ... over.
But hey it shows that you are on the right track with your life :D Wish me luck, I'll be studying vigourously the whole March.

And nope, even the coming of Spring does not mean yyou get to read any love-life related entries.
Except for the fact that somebody made me promise that I will never kiss any ducks or chicken again.

You know this song:
I don't want to blog about it how you broke my heart....

Hey it is not a pride thing. Pride is IMHO just a nice way to deal with an issue when you cannot address an issue with dignity and just KNOW you'd turn a psychobitch if you look the problem into the eye.

Nope, it's different

It is just that if you blog about the bloke, then at some point you're either extremely vulnerable or extremely venomous. Like a snake in a cast.
Which means that you would not let the bloke see the blog and understand the brilliance he's been missing out on.

Aggie? Ur professional opinion?

The Spring has finally come!

It's ten degrees below zero here.
See, just at time when you would think the bird flue killed me, I resurfaced with a new comment. Had to get back to my country - I would name it "the bliss of small things".
Why? Because, from a consumer's point of view, there is just so much more convenience here than in the Heart of Europe

List of great things includes:

The Grand Prix - my dad and brother. We went to watch the Pride and Prejudice together. Ah, they were so sweet to go to this movie with me ;)

Other things...

1) access to enterpreneurship. Honestly you just get to the tax office and get your tax number and that's it. In contast, in my adopted country's climate for solo entrepeneurs more reminds wolf hunting - red tape everywhere and if you're lucky to pass it, then you'd get a priviledge to pay a lot of tax.

1) free or dirty cheap WiFi connenction. In fact, the experiment goes as far as having three villages in the South totally covered. You can do it in the street. Compare to my adopted homecountry, where public WiFi access is rare, unreliable and the price range is from EUR 5 for two hours to a twenner for a 24hour period. I mean here you could surf yourself dead if you absolutely need to spend EUR 5 on it.
Actually, I had a situation maybe three years ago. I was in the South and had no modem cable with me - and nobody did. There was no cable in the hotel at all - and I had to send a file from my own laptop, since I did not have a floppy drive - and nobody had a recordable CD or an USB key. See, I just was ahead of time, leaving the modem cable at home. I thought that WiFi was a basic human right of a hotel guest. And I was in a hurry. Finally I called a taxi to drive me to a nearest hotspot :D and then waited for it back, more or less in my pijamas, in front of the Town Council.
But still it was all cheaper that five euros.

2) paying for public transport with your cellphone. In fact, I would not do it again, since you have to pay extra then. But it is VERY XXI century - you just enter a lot of random numbers and our hi-tech Big Brother knows that you, a man or a woman with this personal identification number, have the right to ride a bus for another hour or two;

3) my new laptop adaptor, which origins from a corner shop and is ten times smaller and lighter than the one that I had to trace in Brussels like I was looking for a holy grail;

4) Father's passion for giving presents - which is sort of difficult to meet, given that I just donated three bags of stuff to OxFam. I got an MP3 recorder though to further encourage my tendency to procrastinate - now I could just speak instead of writing if I get a good idea

Voila, time to eat - see u soon

The reason to drin champers tonight is...

the nicest message in AGES

I am pleased to inform you that you have obtained sufficient marks in verbal and numerical reasoning tests and that you will be invited to the second phase.... and so on

Everybody that buggered on me that cold December morning - Thanks mates and I love you!
See you in April to bugger on me again for the next phase in temporary EU contract agents selection.

I have to meet a tough deadline so no drinking really. But promise as soon as I get stuff done I´ll get absolutely pissed.

Lots of bimbo talk

Yep I went to the party. It was good. No pictures again - it was the UGLY CAMERA night. You know sometimes all people you picture look bloated and... was it just my camera or do really All women who think they are very attractive have facial hair looking close up?

Btw check dooce.com. I think she`s fantastic! If you like my blog, you´ll love hers.

Changed my MSN name to "The Bird Flu Importer" (going back to my country for a week). Most of the compatriots in Benelux already had their name changed to High Fever or Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen complained that she could not move her head - 200 little dwarfs stumping there.

Got something done with the little help of my friends - the Oxfam can now have my corset top and this lovely embroidered pink shirt. Along with approximately three bags of other clothes that became too loose on me. I still have some "room for improvement", so hopefully Oxfam will have another chance - now that I found their green solidarity bin near the church I go to. I am not catholic, but I go to this church since the priest is Ok with me coming there "to meditate", or, rather, to meditate. It is that biggish St Paul´s Church in Woluwe St Pierre.

Actually I decided to blog today since I just HAD to say something about the Penguine`s parade. Meaning the President`s reception on the occasion of the national day. Of course some young fashion artist was complaining again that our woman only wear dark colours. Which reminds me of when one of the compatriots HERE, in the heart of Europe, wore a black skirt with pink pinkstripes, everybody complimented on her "daring fashion choice". Seriously.

Maybe the thing is that nobody but the young fashion artists likes bright colours?
I tried to wear an orange scarf yesterday. Most people thought I was either Ukrainian or preparing for Halloween. The truth is - I just have the orange one, the red one and the yellow one, others are unwearable with that dress.

Well, I looked at the pictures http://woman.delfi.ee/varia/persoon/article.php?id=12320472 and saw nothing outrageous. Except for one dress that looks very much like one I bought at the spur of the moment for twelve pounds somewhere on Oxford street. But I would not tell you which one ;)

Back to garlic and honey now.