WEEKEND AT THE OFFICE
El puente de mayo in Madrid is the four days break after Easter that people is expecting the most. And guess what I'm doing this year to celebrate it!!!. I'm working. Great.
The four days locked up in the office since 8 am. This morning I could't even buy the newspapers to continue with my job search because the news stand was closed. I guess nobody wakes up a Saturday before 11 ;-)).
Actually, one of my colleagues this morning was kidding because he had been having breakfast in a café, sitting by a group of young people who were still partying the Friday night (Madrid nightlife is cool!!!). They were still drinking alcohol while he was drinking his morning coffee.
So, here I am, with a few of my colleagues, all feeling like wretches for having to stay here at work, while the rest of the people is outside, enjoying the long weekend with this lovely weather. If I'm lucky I will stay here just for four hours more…. arhggggg. Never mind!!!. Le'ts be positive, I will hopefully have time to write and to look for a job in the internet while I pretend to be working.
I love spring in Madrid. The days are much longer, and if the weather is good, like today, the sky is so blue that you cannot help but being idiotically happy. Even the waste grounds look gorgeous covered with flowers. They look almost as impressionist paintings in yellow, red, white, blue and violet.
If I wasn't here, I would surely spend the day trekking in the mountains. I don't do it so often lately since R's dog is getting older everyday. R doesn't want to go without the dog and I don't want to go without R, so that's it.
I used to go trekking with my dad every Saturday. Every single one. I loved it. In fact, it was him who taught me to love nature. Ever since I was a child, we spent our Saturdays in the countryside, trekking through mountains, rivers and forests. We used to spend hours talking about us, about life, about my future and my worries. We were so alike that he understood me like no one has ever done. We were so close and we loved each other so much, that I was simply unable to imagine that one day he would have to leave me.
When I met R. and we became friends, I wanted to share with him the beautiful spots that I knew, so I started to go trekking with him from time to time. My dad told me half kidding that he felt betrayed. I suppose it must have been hard for him to see how his little girl was slowly growing apart. Anyway, I never abandoned him, I just divided myself between dad and R.
I don't know why I've thought of this right now, but I remember that one of our favourite routes had something that really impressed me the first time I saw it. It was a huge old pine located in a bend of the path. Tied to this big tree, at the ground level there was a metallic chain with big letters. It was like one of this necklaces with one's name but much much bigger. The letters on the chain formed a phrase, and you had to go round the tree trunk to read it. Actually, we had to dig some of the letters up as part of the chain was hidden in the ground. When we finished we could read the phrase at last. It said "A SU QUERIDA MEMORIA", which means "To his (or her, in Spanish is the same) beloved memory". We were pretty surprised when we read it. We found it so romantic that we spent the rest of the day guessing what could it mean. Maybe someone had died there, just by this old tree, or maybe the tree was the place where two lovers had met… who knows??. The phrase was beautiful and intriguing, and the chosen tree was also impressive. The route was very scenic in itself, but from that day it became something special for us. I've never came back since he died. Moreover, I've never been there with R.
I don't know why I'm talking about this now…. So , coming back to reality….my job interview was not particularly brilliant. I was not in the mood for an interview if you know what I mean. I got late (first time in my life!!) because there was a problem with the traffic lights in one of the main streets and it was all collapsed. I forgot my CV in the car (I like to bring one CV with me to the interviews). All this made me feel even more nervous. I'm so insecure that I need to be phycologically prepared to look confident and play my roll in front of the interviewer. I'm too spontaneous and if I don't prepare my answers first I can come up with whatever comes to my mind, which is actually what I did….ummmm.
After talking for a while the guy asked me: how do you see yourself in the future?, let's say in ten years…. You'd agree that this is the typical interview question and I should have been ready for something like that. Unfortunately, I wasn't.
I started to think as quickly as I could. Well, the thing is that I can't see myself in the future, you nerd!!!, that's my problem. I'm so lost. That's why I can't find my inner peace, and that's why I'm blogging you know….
Time was passing by and I had to give an answer and the first thing that came to my lips was…ummm I see myself as a boss!!!!. As a boss?????the interviewer seemed amused. Yeah, I've always wanted to be a boss ( I could swear he was taken aback ). So, that was it. I wanted to leave as soon as possible and that was my brilliant answer. Will I ever learn????. I only hope that this will teach me for my following interviews and that I won't made the same mistakes.
I'm bored of writing now…. It's time to go….
The four days locked up in the office since 8 am. This morning I could't even buy the newspapers to continue with my job search because the news stand was closed. I guess nobody wakes up a Saturday before 11 ;-)).
Actually, one of my colleagues this morning was kidding because he had been having breakfast in a café, sitting by a group of young people who were still partying the Friday night (Madrid nightlife is cool!!!). They were still drinking alcohol while he was drinking his morning coffee.
So, here I am, with a few of my colleagues, all feeling like wretches for having to stay here at work, while the rest of the people is outside, enjoying the long weekend with this lovely weather. If I'm lucky I will stay here just for four hours more…. arhggggg. Never mind!!!. Le'ts be positive, I will hopefully have time to write and to look for a job in the internet while I pretend to be working.
I love spring in Madrid. The days are much longer, and if the weather is good, like today, the sky is so blue that you cannot help but being idiotically happy. Even the waste grounds look gorgeous covered with flowers. They look almost as impressionist paintings in yellow, red, white, blue and violet.
If I wasn't here, I would surely spend the day trekking in the mountains. I don't do it so often lately since R's dog is getting older everyday. R doesn't want to go without the dog and I don't want to go without R, so that's it.
I used to go trekking with my dad every Saturday. Every single one. I loved it. In fact, it was him who taught me to love nature. Ever since I was a child, we spent our Saturdays in the countryside, trekking through mountains, rivers and forests. We used to spend hours talking about us, about life, about my future and my worries. We were so alike that he understood me like no one has ever done. We were so close and we loved each other so much, that I was simply unable to imagine that one day he would have to leave me.
When I met R. and we became friends, I wanted to share with him the beautiful spots that I knew, so I started to go trekking with him from time to time. My dad told me half kidding that he felt betrayed. I suppose it must have been hard for him to see how his little girl was slowly growing apart. Anyway, I never abandoned him, I just divided myself between dad and R.
I don't know why I've thought of this right now, but I remember that one of our favourite routes had something that really impressed me the first time I saw it. It was a huge old pine located in a bend of the path. Tied to this big tree, at the ground level there was a metallic chain with big letters. It was like one of this necklaces with one's name but much much bigger. The letters on the chain formed a phrase, and you had to go round the tree trunk to read it. Actually, we had to dig some of the letters up as part of the chain was hidden in the ground. When we finished we could read the phrase at last. It said "A SU QUERIDA MEMORIA", which means "To his (or her, in Spanish is the same) beloved memory". We were pretty surprised when we read it. We found it so romantic that we spent the rest of the day guessing what could it mean. Maybe someone had died there, just by this old tree, or maybe the tree was the place where two lovers had met… who knows??. The phrase was beautiful and intriguing, and the chosen tree was also impressive. The route was very scenic in itself, but from that day it became something special for us. I've never came back since he died. Moreover, I've never been there with R.
I don't know why I'm talking about this now…. So , coming back to reality….my job interview was not particularly brilliant. I was not in the mood for an interview if you know what I mean. I got late (first time in my life!!) because there was a problem with the traffic lights in one of the main streets and it was all collapsed. I forgot my CV in the car (I like to bring one CV with me to the interviews). All this made me feel even more nervous. I'm so insecure that I need to be phycologically prepared to look confident and play my roll in front of the interviewer. I'm too spontaneous and if I don't prepare my answers first I can come up with whatever comes to my mind, which is actually what I did….ummmm.
After talking for a while the guy asked me: how do you see yourself in the future?, let's say in ten years…. You'd agree that this is the typical interview question and I should have been ready for something like that. Unfortunately, I wasn't.
I started to think as quickly as I could. Well, the thing is that I can't see myself in the future, you nerd!!!, that's my problem. I'm so lost. That's why I can't find my inner peace, and that's why I'm blogging you know….
Time was passing by and I had to give an answer and the first thing that came to my lips was…ummm I see myself as a boss!!!!. As a boss?????the interviewer seemed amused. Yeah, I've always wanted to be a boss ( I could swear he was taken aback ). So, that was it. I wanted to leave as soon as possible and that was my brilliant answer. Will I ever learn????. I only hope that this will teach me for my following interviews and that I won't made the same mistakes.
I'm bored of writing now…. It's time to go….
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