Changing plans. Changing what?
Dear Friends,
Sorry for the vanishing act and thanks for the gazillion mails, calls, messages. Of each day I've been:
Sleeping 4-6 hours
Working 7.5 hours (Submerged in spreadsheets, E-mail, calls or spacing out on the music of my headphones)
Party (Listening to yet more music, drinking, smoking, “dancing”, chatting up total strangers (which is not as bad as it sounds as I barely know anyone, so talking to strangers is not that bad)) 6 hours
Eating 3 hours (Doesn’t take that long as I hate the whole cooking/super market thing at the moment and I am loving the Tesco ready stuff)
So I got a job offer in a good software company in Galway. I have to decide to go or not, but most likely I am not (8 months ago I didn’t even know that place existed, it was already a triumph to find a multinational where I could work there). I have to decide if I stay in Ireland or not... I don't know (Lea is leaving, Solene is leaving and I am too hurt by Google and Accenture and other things, but I am not a quitter: I don’t quit people, jobs or even countries based on the sole reason of things getting hard, that is cowardice).
I’m considering a crazy escape to Asia or a new country in Europe for a few years after settling seems to be a failed mission. If I managed to get a good job in Galway I can get a job wherever I want. Maybe I am not meant to stay anywhere. Maybe I am meant to stay in Dublin, maybe I go to GAlway, impossible to know, won't think about it but will just leave it for my gut to decide.
For those with “the” question in their heads: No, I am not going back to Mexico, my gut tells me it is not the time yet, if ever. Sidney, Tokyo, Chicago, New York, London, Budapest, Munich, Amsterdam, Brussels, Madrid, Prague, Kuala Lumpur come to mind (not leaving Dublin out). I use a good part of my day time for this.
I haven't been in a conversation mood to call you as I usually would, to write mails as I normally do, not even much time is spent on Facebook/Bebo/Hi5/WAYN/Myspace (I keep on only to FB to give myself a break from spreadsheets at work) or to write some lines in my blog (I am not reading about anything, actually not reading or talking about anything interesting at all. My current affairs don’t make nice and diverse posts. It would be all on the lines of “Today I went with X and Y to Z place. Music was so and so. Met A, B, C. C is kinda cute asked my number but no thanks, maybe another time. Drank 2 of this, 3 of that, and that of that. Went to bed and woke up to work.” That would be blogging sh*t.
I am simply in the mood of having fun no matter what, no matter whom or how much brain damage I am causing myself. The point is having fun. I don’t know if I will leave Ireland or not, but in any case I have decided to act as if I was leaving; Reckless as if there is no tomorrow.
Kurt Vonnegut would come out of his grave and strangle me if he read the last paragraph I wrote, it sounds like I had given up on humanity and the future of the world. I haven’t but I am in a very selfish mood of doing as I like avoiding harming others if possible.
I am thinking of getting an extra part time job that involves fun in one of those small companies that organize parties with good music, or simply in a place where people are chilled and the music is good. Chilling and chilled people are badly missed. Just like the dude in the office who is a consultant in the day and a DJ by night... something like that. It is not like I sleep much anyway (ok not talking about meeting time which works for me better than Valium).
So no worries friends, no Ritalin or Prozac for me; only Tequila for several nights and work in the day. Yes, I know this is not a healthy or sustainable lifestyle, but I am enjoying it, and I will give my time to it for some days. Eventually I will be sick of too much fun; maybe after the weekend; maybe the weekend after; maybe until Paddy’s. We will see. Remember I have had my phases.
So if you need anything I am every so often on FB, every so often on Gmail (don’t wait for quick replies though) and you have my number, I am always there. In the end, each day one learns a bit more of what you want or what you don’t, and you also learn a new trick here and there (learned to serve bier from a profi tap and also how to role'em). And yes, I will sort it all out. C’est la vie.
And again, an apology to Kurt Vonnegut: I have used semicolons. I did go to college, I worked hard to pay it, so I may as well use semicolons.
Sleeping 4-6 hours
Working 7.5 hours (Submerged in spreadsheets, E-mail, calls or spacing out on the music of my headphones)
Party (Listening to yet more music, drinking, smoking, “dancing”, chatting up total strangers (which is not as bad as it sounds as I barely know anyone, so talking to strangers is not that bad)) 6 hours
Eating 3 hours (Doesn’t take that long as I hate the whole cooking/super market thing at the moment and I am loving the Tesco ready stuff)
So I got a job offer in a good software company in Galway. I have to decide to go or not, but most likely I am not (8 months ago I didn’t even know that place existed, it was already a triumph to find a multinational where I could work there). I have to decide if I stay in Ireland or not... I don't know (Lea is leaving, Solene is leaving and I am too hurt by Google and Accenture and other things, but I am not a quitter: I don’t quit people, jobs or even countries based on the sole reason of things getting hard, that is cowardice).
I’m considering a crazy escape to Asia or a new country in Europe for a few years after settling seems to be a failed mission. If I managed to get a good job in Galway I can get a job wherever I want. Maybe I am not meant to stay anywhere. Maybe I am meant to stay in Dublin, maybe I go to GAlway, impossible to know, won't think about it but will just leave it for my gut to decide.
For those with “the” question in their heads: No, I am not going back to Mexico, my gut tells me it is not the time yet, if ever. Sidney, Tokyo, Chicago, New York, London, Budapest, Munich, Amsterdam, Brussels, Madrid, Prague, Kuala Lumpur come to mind (not leaving Dublin out). I use a good part of my day time for this.
I haven't been in a conversation mood to call you as I usually would, to write mails as I normally do, not even much time is spent on Facebook/Bebo/Hi5/WAYN/Myspace (I keep on only to FB to give myself a break from spreadsheets at work) or to write some lines in my blog (I am not reading about anything, actually not reading or talking about anything interesting at all. My current affairs don’t make nice and diverse posts. It would be all on the lines of “Today I went with X and Y to Z place. Music was so and so. Met A, B, C. C is kinda cute asked my number but no thanks, maybe another time. Drank 2 of this, 3 of that, and that of that. Went to bed and woke up to work.” That would be blogging sh*t.
I am simply in the mood of having fun no matter what, no matter whom or how much brain damage I am causing myself. The point is having fun. I don’t know if I will leave Ireland or not, but in any case I have decided to act as if I was leaving; Reckless as if there is no tomorrow.
Kurt Vonnegut would come out of his grave and strangle me if he read the last paragraph I wrote, it sounds like I had given up on humanity and the future of the world. I haven’t but I am in a very selfish mood of doing as I like avoiding harming others if possible.
I am thinking of getting an extra part time job that involves fun in one of those small companies that organize parties with good music, or simply in a place where people are chilled and the music is good. Chilling and chilled people are badly missed. Just like the dude in the office who is a consultant in the day and a DJ by night... something like that. It is not like I sleep much anyway (ok not talking about meeting time which works for me better than Valium).
So no worries friends, no Ritalin or Prozac for me; only Tequila for several nights and work in the day. Yes, I know this is not a healthy or sustainable lifestyle, but I am enjoying it, and I will give my time to it for some days. Eventually I will be sick of too much fun; maybe after the weekend; maybe the weekend after; maybe until Paddy’s. We will see. Remember I have had my phases.
So if you need anything I am every so often on FB, every so often on Gmail (don’t wait for quick replies though) and you have my number, I am always there. In the end, each day one learns a bit more of what you want or what you don’t, and you also learn a new trick here and there (learned to serve bier from a profi tap and also how to role'em). And yes, I will sort it all out. C’est la vie.
And again, an apology to Kurt Vonnegut: I have used semicolons. I did go to college, I worked hard to pay it, so I may as well use semicolons.
Life is about joy, not about money. I support the practicallity of financial means, but I don't make them a principle or fundamental part of success.
Slainte!
Labels: Everyday
posted by M at 3:17 PM
2 Comments:
Asia! Time to meet a hemisphere of perennially happy people, hectically busy all night cities and sun. And you can only come to Sydney if you spell it properly.
Damn dude... sorry... my bad.
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