Thursday, June 1, 2017

Among office people (1)

I guess this will be the place where I let go off the steam that comes with sharing office space with many personalities and moods.

No one reads this stuff anymore so... yeap.

Friday, May 5, 2017

A dream is a wish your heart makes?

I had a dream... 

I was having a comfortable and civilized conversation.
He asked me about life, about love.
I replied with simple words like "happy", "nice", "useful", "promising"... I had nothing to complain.
He asked about my job.
I said "incredible", "changes", "happy", "tired"...
He said he'd stalked me from time to time.
It surprised me.
I said I did it on him, once or twice. Nothing much, moving on.

And then I woke up.

Moving on... and having a weird dream that's becoming a blur the more I try to recreate it in my mind.

Monday, February 27, 2017

So he said...

"I believe you'd make a great mom"

And, for the first time in a long time, I didn't have much to say.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

With great power comes...

... plenty of sleepless nights.

One year after landing my dream job, the one I was really looking for, the one I wanted and fought to the mattresses for, I got a promotion.



When you're growing up, reading "Head of...", "Director of..." on your presentation cards means a bigger office, a secretary, a CM and a PR (actually, learning what those meant...) YAY!

Check, check, check, check...

What they never tell you is how you'll be working 24/7, having your entire life on your smartphone, arriving at the office when is dark, before the sun comes out and before everyone else; and leaving when is dark, after everone else is gone.

Learning to deal with people who want to have a fight with you just because... that's the part I hate the most.

My mom and dad keep telling my I can do it. My sisters say I've earned it.

I heard this voice on the other side of the phone saying:
Think about it Ñoñi, you have the power now; you'll be able to clean house and do all the amazing things you've always wanted to. You may work twice as hard, but the reward will be four---five times bigger! You're meant to do great things... don't run!

But I don't want to work in between confrontations!
I didn't attend 7 years of graduate school for this... but then again, that's what my last 2 years were about.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait--- I fought my way into two diplomas, in a foreing language, in a foreing country, ready to lose it all.


I wrote an entire thesis and took a professional degree test on the same week.

I worked two jobs while teaching a Master's class and never missed my yoga+spinning+swinning session and went dancing twice a week in 2 years.

I had the head of Graduate School apologize to me for that my ass*** advisor did to me.

This will be NOTHING compared to bitch-slapping H.Wei's lab.

Ok now.
I'm ready.

I honestly had this epiphany while writting... it's true blogs are the psichoanalist you can't afford can't go to because it's past 8PM and you're still at the office finishing two presentations you're supposed to do on two different parts of the planet.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

I'm getting f***ng old, man

Turns out working is making me sick.
The work I looooove... is making me sick.

I never imagined I'd be one of those people who went to the doctor and got a "Vertigo due to work stress"... and a doctor's tsk-tsk face.
He said I need a day off, I said NO.

I had a full week off when I went to Mexico two weeks ago, I said.
I really? and why did you go there?
I went to a conference... I had a couple of presentations, a meeting, a workshop and...
So, work.
Not really, I rode a bike a couple of times...
I know that's part of your work.
I went out with friends...
How many days were you there and how many hours did you do NOTHING?
8 days... a few.
How many weekends have you "worked from home" (he did the airbunnies thingie) the last 11 months?
Ummmm... the last... ummmm... 4 times 11 is... 40?
That's it little girl. You're grounded. No more working weekends for you!!

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The inimaginable has happened...

After all those years of sleepless nights, tears, wishful thinking, realising who I am... it happened.

The A-word is now part of my vocabulary.

I am now someone's ADVISOR.

Yeah-huh gurl.

Today, I got this from a friend, my little dude said it was true.

All in all, all's good...