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I've found the perfect inscription for my future headstone:
"FINISHED IN CARIBBEAN RUM BARRELS"
(Taken from Balvenie Whisky)
Pilates solo lesson yesterday was great.
Rental contract for Viennese flat has been signed. Now I have to organize a company who will dispose of the things I'll be throwing away during my stay in Vienna.
Some people are really lucky, because 1) it's impossible to apply arse kicks through the phone, and 2) etiquette forbids me to say certain things.
The Macedonian president is going to visit his Austrian homologue on 20 June, and the political department sent us the information folder they made, "for verification". It's total and utter crap, and we ought to finish the work till 12 p.m. They just copied-and-pasted bits and pieces from our reports, partly very old ones, mostly without any semblance of order or coherency, and added their own interpretation of facts, which is mind-bogglingly wrong.
Yes, I want to punch the guy who did it and ask him what exactly he thinks he's being paid for, since we're doing his work.
So as to finish on a positive note: they make great Camembert cheese in Macedonia. They also call it Camembert, so they're probably lucky the French Embassy hasn't noticed yet.
"FINISHED IN CARIBBEAN RUM BARRELS"
(Taken from Balvenie Whisky)
Pilates solo lesson yesterday was great.
Rental contract for Viennese flat has been signed. Now I have to organize a company who will dispose of the things I'll be throwing away during my stay in Vienna.
Some people are really lucky, because 1) it's impossible to apply arse kicks through the phone, and 2) etiquette forbids me to say certain things.
The Macedonian president is going to visit his Austrian homologue on 20 June, and the political department sent us the information folder they made, "for verification". It's total and utter crap, and we ought to finish the work till 12 p.m. They just copied-and-pasted bits and pieces from our reports, partly very old ones, mostly without any semblance of order or coherency, and added their own interpretation of facts, which is mind-bogglingly wrong.
Yes, I want to punch the guy who did it and ask him what exactly he thinks he's being paid for, since we're doing his work.
So as to finish on a positive note: they make great Camembert cheese in Macedonia. They also call it Camembert, so they're probably lucky the French Embassy hasn't noticed yet.
