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Mar. 18th, 2010 08:09 amTired. Great St. Patrick's party yesterday at the pub, but one always pays the price for going out during the working week. Still, I had a great time, and that's what counts. *dozes off*
Valentina, my tennis teacher, isn't pregnant after all. Since she doesn't seem too downcast, I'm taking it as good news -- tennis next week, after I return from Vienna. Yesss.
Did I mention I'm tired?
And did I mention I'm going to Vienna tomorrow? The thing is, if it wasn't for my mother, I really wouldn't go. Firstly, I'm so happy with everything here (well almost *casts evil sideways glance at Mr H*) that I don't feel the need for a holiday, and secondly I know exactly what awaits me when I come back to work. Tons of emails. Hence I'll do what I did last time: come back on the 24th, have the 25th officially off but go to the embassy in the afternoon to start working on the backlog, so I can start Friday in a much better mood. Nothing is worse than coming in in the morning, everybody wanting to tell me important things, and having to work my way through a gazillion mails.
So I'll see my mum, twice if she can make it, plus of course Janine at whose place I'll be staying, my brother, the lovely nephew and a few friends. And there shall be shoes. And other nice things, such as running in the morning -- Vienna on a beautiful Sunday morning, when nobody is out yet except for a few forlorn garbage men... Dinner on Saturday with a few friends, and spending the whole Tuesday afternoon with Klaus. No, it won't be bad.
And, just to round off this rather somnolent post, I don't think there's any other ambassador who'd do this: He has to go to a dinner, and I have to go to that stupid Red Cross thingummy. Both start at 7, and boss doesn't know that I won't be needing the car afterwards. So he takes his own car, tells us to follow him, parks it at a corner near the place where the dinner will be, slips back into the embassy car (ambassadors don't drive themselves to official events) and tells me that he'll go back home in his own car so I can use the embassy car, and Blerim, the driver, won't have to wait for him. As Sirius Black and I have always been saying, look at how people treat their staff, it'll tell you a lot about them. Not that I had any doubts on that count, but he really is a great guy.
Valentina, my tennis teacher, isn't pregnant after all. Since she doesn't seem too downcast, I'm taking it as good news -- tennis next week, after I return from Vienna. Yesss.
Did I mention I'm tired?
And did I mention I'm going to Vienna tomorrow? The thing is, if it wasn't for my mother, I really wouldn't go. Firstly, I'm so happy with everything here (well almost *casts evil sideways glance at Mr H*) that I don't feel the need for a holiday, and secondly I know exactly what awaits me when I come back to work. Tons of emails. Hence I'll do what I did last time: come back on the 24th, have the 25th officially off but go to the embassy in the afternoon to start working on the backlog, so I can start Friday in a much better mood. Nothing is worse than coming in in the morning, everybody wanting to tell me important things, and having to work my way through a gazillion mails.
So I'll see my mum, twice if she can make it, plus of course Janine at whose place I'll be staying, my brother, the lovely nephew and a few friends. And there shall be shoes. And other nice things, such as running in the morning -- Vienna on a beautiful Sunday morning, when nobody is out yet except for a few forlorn garbage men... Dinner on Saturday with a few friends, and spending the whole Tuesday afternoon with Klaus. No, it won't be bad.
And, just to round off this rather somnolent post, I don't think there's any other ambassador who'd do this: He has to go to a dinner, and I have to go to that stupid Red Cross thingummy. Both start at 7, and boss doesn't know that I won't be needing the car afterwards. So he takes his own car, tells us to follow him, parks it at a corner near the place where the dinner will be, slips back into the embassy car (ambassadors don't drive themselves to official events) and tells me that he'll go back home in his own car so I can use the embassy car, and Blerim, the driver, won't have to wait for him. As Sirius Black and I have always been saying, look at how people treat their staff, it'll tell you a lot about them. Not that I had any doubts on that count, but he really is a great guy.
