at times like these, one must Blog
Hmm okay, so amidst the absolute bedlam of the last few days it is necessary at this moment to take a break and purge the mind of some thoughts. I just got off the phone with the assistant to the Prez of the Federation, who seems to think I am much more fluent in French than I actually am and after literally speaking warp speed through the task at hand and what she expected from me, hung up with nary a word confirmation that I actually understood what I was supposed to produce for her. ZUT ALORS! BOB L'EPONGE!! Thankfully I picked up enough to get a rough idea of what is wanted...and I believe an email will be arriving shortly with some document or another to sift through. J'ai mal au cerveau.
Thoughts have been largely occupied with new friends abroad, peppered with the underlying lingering fear that we may not meet again, and the reality of knowing this in fact may be the case. It is still close to Congress - people keep in touch because the lifetime memories of good times remain fresh, photos keep circulating, and the need and desire to communicate is contagious and addictive. But, time is a thief, and I have seen it happen over and over again where come one, two, three months from now everyone has become focused on new things, higher priorities, new friends. I mean, what happens when the 900 text messages run out? And Cairo is over? And Uni starts again? J'ai mal au coeur.
Wow this is turning out to be a very sad Post. Perhaps I should get back to the hamster wheel of work and focus on bumbling my way through drawing conclusions from a 27 page French document on healthcare human resources in relation to the HIV/AIDS pandemic in Africa, a document which by the end seems to have all the words blurring together. J'ai mal aux yeux.
BACK ON THE WHEEL
Thoughts have been largely occupied with new friends abroad, peppered with the underlying lingering fear that we may not meet again, and the reality of knowing this in fact may be the case. It is still close to Congress - people keep in touch because the lifetime memories of good times remain fresh, photos keep circulating, and the need and desire to communicate is contagious and addictive. But, time is a thief, and I have seen it happen over and over again where come one, two, three months from now everyone has become focused on new things, higher priorities, new friends. I mean, what happens when the 900 text messages run out? And Cairo is over? And Uni starts again? J'ai mal au coeur.
Wow this is turning out to be a very sad Post. Perhaps I should get back to the hamster wheel of work and focus on bumbling my way through drawing conclusions from a 27 page French document on healthcare human resources in relation to the HIV/AIDS pandemic in Africa, a document which by the end seems to have all the words blurring together. J'ai mal aux yeux.
BACK ON THE WHEEL
posted by Myrtini @ 9:04 pm
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