Monday, August 23, 2010

sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes it rains

in this not-job-hunting process, i've been given my share of NOs. i took them like a kid takes a shot: confused, with some fear and bulged eyes, but told that it builds character. i even had a special few that came with an awesome surprise helping hand or at least with a gift-wrapped confidence boost that i never expected.
but this NO, this NO that i got today for an unsolicited application that i put quite a bit of heart and soul into, this NO is a big NO-NO! 

On 23 August 2010 11:03, this CEO lady wrote:

Hi Letitia

Thanks for your email. However, we're not looking to hire any more people at the moment. I assume that was what you were after.

CEO lady

now, if you don't see anything wrong with that, i suggest you leave and/or give that english some practice. anyway, i was quite sad and confused at the beginning, i wanted to clarify that i wasn't "after" anything, that if she would have even read my application she wouldn't have to assume anything, so i wrote this:

On 23 August 2010 11:27, Letitia wrote and discarded:

Thank you for the reply.
Your assumption was pretty accurate, with the exception that I wasn't after a job, I was looking for a workplace where I can learn and contribute and also for an employer that would read what I have to say before making assumptions. 

All the best,


but i soon realised the futility of actually sending it. of course, with a little help from stellaaaa. so i didn't. but if i'll ever reply ;), this is what i'll write:

On 23 August 2010 11:45, Letitia could have written:

Dear Ms. CEO lady,

Thank you for your reply. I wrote to you because, after researching your company, I saw great potential in a possible cooperation, for both of us. I saw an environment in which I can be at my best and bring positive impact and growth in the company, by using my skills, creativity and passion.
I thought that would be transparent through the application I've sent.

I realise it came unsolicited and might have taken you off guard, but I would like to emphasize one thing - indeed it seems that a cooperation with you is not possible, as I am not "after a job", as you have hastily assumed, but I am after an open minded, opportunity seeking, fast reacting and positively-impacting environment.
Certainly not a place in which a shoe would be more diplomatic and caring than its CEO. 

Thank you,

Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.

Mark Twain

Sunday, August 22, 2010

what if we didn't all have to fit in?

p.s. off topic but on picture, a japanese friend told me there still is a designated person, wearing white gloves, just like in the photo, who "helps" people get on the trains. he also told me they answer the phone like this: moshi moshi! i still can't decide which one is more ridiculous.

p.p.s. my rebellion starts where it ended. 

p.p.p.s. ubiquitous is the word you're looking for.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

rainy with a chance of where the heck am i?!

one sleepless night, no coffee, some cigarettes, tight nerves and teary eyes, a car race to the airport, two planes and two bagels, 3 km of milky white fog and a whole lotta turbulence, the feeling that i might just see jack the ripper pop out from all the mist and rain, a three-legged cricket which i failed to save in the packed metro, some stops and two clicks, one open suitcase in the middle of the main station - sun hat going in, umbrella coming out, steamy sewer mouths all the way, a she male at whom i tried not to stare, an absolutely average lady at whom i did stare for lack of purpose, a bus that didn't come and a long push and pull of a very big suitcase, one corner cafe, a key with a note, one wrong way, 5 floors and lots of sticky steamy freezing sweat later....

...and i'm here. i don't know if here is where i was or am supposed to be, but here i am. i don't really know where i am, but it's pretty. and it's obvious i'm here but...

Sunday, August 15, 2010


i've been watching loads of movies lately, loads of heart-racing-without-being-action-thrillers, spill-your-guts-out-i-never-thought-you-had-it-in-you, if-i-never-knew-what-to-expect-i-dont-know-what-to-say-about-this, people-are-so-strange-my!-i-love-people-so-much kind of movies. mostly scandinavian, but not only.

and that's it. i've talked about my routines without having a point many times, and this time is no different. except that this time i'll end with a line from one of the movies. the we-seem-happy-together-omg-we-have-no-idea-who-we-are-who-are-we-is-this-who-we-are-it-really-doesnt-matter-just-live-pac-pac one.

"We're emotional illiterates. We've been taught about anatomy and farming methods in Africa. We've learned mathematical formulas by heart. But we haven't been taught a thing about our souls. We're tremendously ignorant about what makes people tick. "

And it made me wonder. But not like my "whoa, airplanes, how do they do it?" or "what's up with the dutch, anyway?" dilemmas. In a different way.

tit for what?

it wasn't enough to be self-conscious about a dozen other things. thanks. 

(filed in the beautiful absurdity of the tenebrous online.)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

we really need the eggs

"...and I thought of that old joke, you know, the, this, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'Doc, uh, my brother's crazy, he thinks he's a chicken,' and uh, the doctor says, 'Well why don't you turn him in?' And the guy says, 'I would, but I need the eggs.' Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships. You know, they're totally irrational and crazy and absurd and - but uh, I guess we keep going through it...because...most of us need the eggs."

and i really liked annie hall but i really don't like pam from the office, i can't even watch the office anymore, jim is too nice to her, all the time, absolutely all the time and yes, they're not real, but she still annoys me so much just look at this picture, it's a very creepy picture and she looks like a crazy woman but then again, as controlling and mean as she is to him sometimes, he loves her, and the director or screenplay writer thought of it like that, and it doesn't make sense which is why it makes sense.

cause yes, relationships are just like that.

later edit: this show (the office) is a big pile-up of really annoying, disturbing yet somehow lovable characters. hmm.

Monday, August 09, 2010


found this. it's addictive. i'm addicted. time is on my side. but the market is slow.

 how was your day?
 he's a small headed man
 pick a boo.
glance, don't stare. 
 anniversary dogs.
 beeauty stung by a bee.
 what do you want with me?

Thursday, August 05, 2010

we don't know what a lot of things mean

but remember, if you're even in doubt, your friends always know what's good for them.

i've got too much cheek to smile with.

it's a new old phase. or an old phase anew. i'm excited and scared and full of what ifs and i know it's kind of cool cause the sea, no, the ocean, no, the milky way of opportunities lies ahead of my right now, right this very very now, but i can't help it being scared, cause if nothing works out then i'll be looking at myself in the windows of shops or in the bathroom mirrors and i'll be saying: my friend, this is not where you thought you'd be, is it? and i'll be replying no. and then it will be so weird cause i'd be talking to myself and only crazy people do that and then my only chance would be to turn crazy into genius, but if i haven't done that by the age of 25, it's less and less likely and i'll know that and i wouldn't want to package and sell some fake trendy crazy genius so i'll become really sad and go into real estate or accounting and hate it (not that there's anything wrong with it) and who knows what other terrible things could happen?!

so to avoid all that trouble i'll stop worrying. bring it on.

Monday, August 02, 2010

the danes

i've been riding a lot on the 3A bus, mostly going to office or coming back from office, mostly in winter, where a bus seems like a hero that came to your rescue from the weather outside. so i used to have a special place in my heart, just for the 3A, but now it went to a whole new level.

and there's people who have never been to denmark and say the danes are really cold. there's even people who have been to denmark and say the same. well, i dont know what point such generalizations serve, but i have to say the danes are pretty damn cool. so cool they're up there, with models and pilots. and they make awesome movies, too.

and cheese. :)

un avion cu reactie care zboara peste o inima franta

mersul cu trenul, de oriunde pana oriunde, e formidabil. formidabil e un cuvant batran si caraghios, aproape uitat, cam la fel ca sentimentul absolut de a merge cu trenul si a vana nori. acum cateva zile am inventariat toti norii de la bucuresti la ploiesti, crezand ca asta o sa mai scada din sentimentalismul ieftin care se trezeste de fiecare data cand merg cu trenul. dar n-a fost asa. a fost altfel. a fost exercitiu de copilarie, test de cultura generala la imaginatie si metoda de petrecere a timpului liber in mod placut.
dar sa vedeti ce nori am prins:

un cap de balena care manca un crocodil
un fel de cameleon subacvatic de mica viteza cu multe picioare minuscule
un urs oval care face caca
un bulz si un mic care fac intrecere
un zepelin durduliu indragostit de capul de balena
un iepure de mare siamez in cardasie cu o caracatica melodramatica
un carnat plescoi singuratic care scuipa flacari
un hipopotam de adancime care face aerobica
un ibric turcesc care fugarea un caine-vagon care fugarea o amiba care tocmai iesise dintr-o relatie lunga cu o celenterata
un delfin fumator care avea ca servitor o broasca uriasa
o rata salbatica incaltata cu adidasi 
un porc lunguiet care tipa la un hamburger
un avion cu reactie care zboara peste o inima franta
o pisica grasana care nu stie ca nu e strut
un os ros de un muzician paros
un piranha fara aripioare care se vaita la un porc de guinea tacut
o orbita sincera care alearga dupa un ochi fugar

si va jur, va jur pe rosul cel mai rosu din toata lumea, chiar si din india, cel mai rosu rosu din india, care trebuie sa fie cel mai rosu din lume sau poate cel mai rosu din lume e in china, prizonier al lui mao, in fine, pe cuvant ca i-am scris asa cum i-am vazut.

(nota: acasa am mereu prea mult timp sa ma joc, sa scriu des si aiurea si din stomac)
(nota zece: nu se incumeta cineva care are oricat timp sa se joace sa-i deseneze? pe toti?)