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This week's lack of sleep -- average of 5 hrs per night -- finally came back to bite me in the arse yesterday.
I'd invited Goran, the lovely landlord, and Margareta, the lovely estate agent, to a celebratory lunch, because on 22 May 2009 I'd come to Skopje, found a flat, and finally things started to look much, much better. Unfortunately Margareta couldn't make it, but Goran did, and so we had a 3-hour lunch with way too much alcohol for somebody as tired as me. I'd already spoken to just-returned-from-holiday boss on the phone, before I left for lunch, and when I came back to the embassy shortly after 4, there wasn't much I could do except alternate between helpless giggles and jaw-unhingeing yawns. Still, I went up to his office, because we had quite a lot to talk about.
He was dead tired, and I was dead tired plus tipsy, but we chatted till 6.30, at which point we looked blearily at each other and decided to call it a day. I'd sobered up by then, but there was no way I saw myself sitting through a concert. So I called Irene and told her she'd have to go just with Tanya (very nice Ukrainian wife of Austrian OSCE-employee), took a taxi home, watched a bit of TV (can't even remember what I saw) and then proceeded to sleep for 9 hours.
Once again, I have to say tha bosses like mine are as rare as hens' teeth. Yes, of course I'd got all the work done while he was absent, and I never go out for lunch except if it's work-related, so a 3 hour lunch break once every blue moon isn't a big drama. But when you dance into your boss's office, announcing brightly that you had too much to drink with your lunch and might inadvertently fall asleep while talking, I suppose many bosses would at least raise a disapproving eyebrow. Well, this one didn't, and I appreciate that a lot.
Today we start at 9, because it's an orthodox holiday, i.e. no calls, mails etc. from here, and since it's a long weekend in Austria as well (Monday is a holiday), there won't be much coming from Vienna either. Let's see if I can lure the boss, Charlie and Irene out to lunch (not a superalcoholic one this time).
I'd invited Goran, the lovely landlord, and Margareta, the lovely estate agent, to a celebratory lunch, because on 22 May 2009 I'd come to Skopje, found a flat, and finally things started to look much, much better. Unfortunately Margareta couldn't make it, but Goran did, and so we had a 3-hour lunch with way too much alcohol for somebody as tired as me. I'd already spoken to just-returned-from-holiday boss on the phone, before I left for lunch, and when I came back to the embassy shortly after 4, there wasn't much I could do except alternate between helpless giggles and jaw-unhingeing yawns. Still, I went up to his office, because we had quite a lot to talk about.
He was dead tired, and I was dead tired plus tipsy, but we chatted till 6.30, at which point we looked blearily at each other and decided to call it a day. I'd sobered up by then, but there was no way I saw myself sitting through a concert. So I called Irene and told her she'd have to go just with Tanya (very nice Ukrainian wife of Austrian OSCE-employee), took a taxi home, watched a bit of TV (can't even remember what I saw) and then proceeded to sleep for 9 hours.
Once again, I have to say tha bosses like mine are as rare as hens' teeth. Yes, of course I'd got all the work done while he was absent, and I never go out for lunch except if it's work-related, so a 3 hour lunch break once every blue moon isn't a big drama. But when you dance into your boss's office, announcing brightly that you had too much to drink with your lunch and might inadvertently fall asleep while talking, I suppose many bosses would at least raise a disapproving eyebrow. Well, this one didn't, and I appreciate that a lot.
Today we start at 9, because it's an orthodox holiday, i.e. no calls, mails etc. from here, and since it's a long weekend in Austria as well (Monday is a holiday), there won't be much coming from Vienna either. Let's see if I can lure the boss, Charlie and Irene out to lunch (not a superalcoholic one this time).
