17 September 2009

The Bright Night

Some say that the beautiful, long summer days in Poland are Poles' reward for tolerating the dark, damp winter.

Indeed, summer nights in Poland are glorious.

 
Warsaw Center, 10pm in July
 
I initially welcomed the change from the ubiquitous gray which plagued us all winter and spring. Nonetheless, I found myself getting agitated at the 4am sunrise and the overly long afternoon light. The constant brightness became downright overbearing.


I felt like Al Pacino in the Chris Nolan film Insomnia (closely based on the excellent Norwegian original).


Sun, sun, go away!

I don't think I'm alone in disliking incredibly long daylight. Researchers have found that in geographies close to either the North or South Pole, suicide rates tend to spike during the summer, and dip during winter. One hypothesis is that because sunlight enhances "feel good hormone" seratonin levels, too much sun can be overwhelming and lead to increased impulsivity. Additionally, the "sleep hormone" melatonin can be negatively impacted by insomnia and sun exposure. The Irish Times has a great summary on the research here

Before you buy that summer home in Sweden, maybe take a moment to consider whether you can handle all that sun!

27 August 2009

Poland Resilient Throughout Recession

Zlotys holla

A good friend of mine recently wrote an article for the Wall Street Journal about Poland's economic health throughout the recession. As one of only three European countries which has avoided recession this year (Greece and Slovakia were the other two), the natural question to ask is what makes Poland so special.

The article offers many explanations, but my favorite one is that the central bank took the correct actions at the eve of the global recession, albeit for the wrong reasons. The bank adopted a tight fiscal policy, which turned out to be just what the country needed. There were also tax cuts which encouraged consumer spending, and a weak zloty, which aided local producers. Read the whole article here to learn more.

26 August 2009

The Missing Black Polish Businessman

Internet commentators are aflutter over Microsoft's Polish entity's editing of an ad. The original ad, in English, shows three businesspeople at a meeting, in the now-standard American assortment of ethnicity and gender.

Original US ad

The Polish version displays a somewhat sloppy Photoshop job (the center guy became white only from the neck up).

Polish ad

Microsoft has taken down the altered image and issued an apology. Sloppy quality control and the evocation of horrid race relations aside, I frankly don't see a problem with a company altering its advertising image to reflect the society to whom it advertises.

Poland's population ethnically is over 96% Polish, and after that the most common ethnicities are Silesian, German, Belarusian, and Ukranian (source: 2002 census via wikipedia). In other words, there are a lot of fair-skinned people in Poland--orange tans notwithstanding. In my year working in an international company there, I never encountered a meeting which even remotely looked like US Microsoft photo. Diversity is important, but reflecting some semblance of reality is also key. I'm actually surprised they didn't find a more Polish-looking man for the altered photo.

23 July 2009

The Future Bedroom Community of Żyrardów

A dear friend I've made in Warsaw invited me one weekend to come to town the town where she lives just outside of Warsaw. I really couldn't believe how much I lived it. A mere 30 minutes by train (which leaves ever half hour or so), Żyrardów was a Polish wonderland. The day I visited was rainy and grey, but we are talking about Poland after all, and even the grey didn't mar the beauty of this little gem.

The town has about 40,000 inhabitants, and was originally founded in the 1830s around the textile manufacturing industry. It weathered WWII rather well, so many of the original factory buildings still stand.

Main square


Beautiful balcony

Now, for the remarkable features of this town:

1. It holds onto its history. Unlike Warsaw, which can't seem to decide between burying and displaying its tortured/prideful/important past, Żyrardów proudly refers back to its manufacturing past, even as it develops. Placards in English and Polish are placed around town offering snippets about the activities and people who once lived there.

2. It is developing intelligently. Again, unlike many towns I've visited in Poland, Żyrardów gets what makes it special - interesting architecture, a small-town vibe, and a rich history. Rather than tearing down the many abandoned brick factory buildings, they are being converted to lofts (swank!).

Here is one loft building, which I would be mighty tempted to buy into if I were a 30-year-old Pole working in Warsaw and just starting a family:


Brand new lofts in what was once a textile factory

"Spinning Lady" restaurant on the ground floor of new loft building

At the base of this building is a wonderful wine bar/restaurant serving Polish food which has been reinvigorated with interesting ingredients and food combinations (again, not something you see very often in Poland, despite its purported interest in becoming more European).

[Editor's note: should this post make you tempted to buy as well, you can find more info on Żyrardów loft living here and here. Just tell 'em YAIP sent you!]

3. Things make sense in Żyrardów. Only those who have lived in Poland can truly understand the frustration of dealing with Polish commerce. Salespeople rarely volunteer more information than is absolutely necessary, and there is a general lack of information everywhere you go. This can be especially frustrating in restaurants, where customers are somehow expected to know to ask, upon reading a menu, "what else do you have?"

Long rant short, in addition to the above mentioned restaurant, Żyrardów boasts an adorable smoke free (!) cafe with a wide range of beer and tea offerings. How do I know this? Because they display the things they sell right in plain view! Plus, they have an additional menu which lists other relevant information, such as prices and each beer's alcohol content.

Behold:

A cafe with lots of choices, which you can SEE

4. Proximity to Warasw. People live in Warsaw mostly because that's where the money is. Jobs, stores, etc. No one lives in Warsaw for the culture, civic beauty, or housing options. Enter Żyrardów. My friend commuted by train from Żyrardów to central Warsaw for a year with no problems other than the tram delays which hold up the entire city from time to time. It's a quick and easy ride, similar to the New York Metro North line for commuters who live upstate or in Connecticut . All it takes is a small shift in attitude and suddenly people who once found train commutes unthinkable are finding themselves escaping the urban hustle and bustle for the peace and quiet of their country homes. Same goes for weekend visitors looking for a quick getaway.


Żyrardów doesn't yet appear in any tourist guidebooks, and with good reason. It doesn't have any hotels or guesthouses and it has only a handful of eating establishments. Nonetheless, my money is on this town becoming a weekend getaway for Poles and enterprising tourists in the next few years. All it would take is a little interest, then one or two B&Bs will open, and suddenly Żyrardów will be Discovered. Just you wait.

08 July 2009

Łazienki Park


After hearing from every Pole I know that Łazienki Park is the most beautiful place in all of Warsaw, I finally ventured down to the park and palace, which used to be the summer home of Poland's royalty.

After a treacherous journey (we are talking about Warsaw, afterall) which involved a long walk, a metro ride, a couple dark, abandoned, graffiti-sprayed underground tunnels, unfinished sidewalks, and a slippery cobblestone road, I entered the gates of the park.

I wasn't exactly in the best of moods, but my annoyance dissolved instantly. Stunning. Beautifully manicured lawns, lush flowerbeds, clear lakes and romantic buildings with paths crisscrossing throughout, I can see why Łazienki Park is such a big deal here.

Inexplicably, one can find peacocks wandering around the park. They make for excellent entertainment--and I don't just mean the inevitable question, "Why are there peacocks in Poland?" to which the only response I've heard is "I have no idea." During my visit, several peacocks had gathered in a small plaza. I unfortunately only had my cell phone, so my ability to transmit the experience is sub-par and a bit washed out.

No, I can't explain why there are peacocks in Warsaw

We visitors were witness to the miracle of life - a single peahen wandered among the various peacocks, acting unimpressed.

This peacock did have marginal success with her , but I'll spare you the pornographic details

One word of caution: peacocks can be aggressive, screeching creatures. Especially towards unassuming Americans who venture too close trying to take a photo. Yes, that's right--this peacock yelled at me (in Polish? hard to say). I'm sure he was quite satisfied when I emitted shriek and ran away.

My assailant

Peacock terror aside, the park is truly lovely and provides a nice contrast to the rest of the city.

01 July 2009

Eastern Europe Bath Houses Faceoff

I'm hardly the authority on public bathing, but I do make an effort to visit spas or bath houses wherever I travel. In most Western European cities, spas are prohibitively expensive, but in Eastern Europe you can get quite a deal - an hour's massage for $30 or a day in thermal pools for $15. Quality varies widely between different locales and cities, however.

Turkish Baths are quite well-known, and have inspired a number of homages in NYC, most notably the Russian & Turkish Baths on E 10th St, which upon entering you feel you've time traveled to medieval times. The various dry and wet heat rooms are rustic, packed with sweaty bodies, and often garnished with a shirtless Turk whipping someone in the corner. Highly recommended, if you're into back-in-time-while-scantily-clad experiences.


In Istanbul, however, the "authentic" Turkish baths feel much less...well...authentic. The most famous and highly recommended bath house Cagaloglu Hamami (included in the book 1,000 Places to See Before You Die, it proudly proclaims) is beautiful, as is most of Istanbul. The actual bath experience is a bit underwhelming - you lie on a large round stone slab while an attendant gives you a 15 minute scrub with soap and a loofah. It's a nice piece of history - and it's always heartening to visit a place where cleanliness really is next to Godliness - but as a sheer bathing ritual, it's not particularly spectacular. I would never, ever, in the slightest way discourage someone from visiting Turkey--it truly was one of the most arresting places I've ever been--but perhaps take a peek at the bath house and keep walking.

The place to indulge in a full-out bathing experience is the Szechnyi Bath & Spa in Budapest.

Pure Awesome

A bathing complex housed in a beautiful 19th Century building. It holds 12 thermal baths of different temperatures, some inside and some outside, plus several saunas/steam rooms as well as massages. The best part is the sense that tons of Hungarians frequent this place as part of their regular lives (the place offers weekly and monthly passes). The cafeteria doesn't serve wheat grass shots, but rather beer and sausage. I had one of the best massages of my life there. And the whole thing was very reasonably priced.

The large outdoor pool (below) is reminiscent of Iceland's much-touted Blue Lagoon, but Budapest wins hands down. It's cheaper, more low-key, offers more variety, and the large outdoor pool doesn't give you the chills (though arguably I did visit the Blue Lagoon during a mild hurricane).

Budapest: Szechnyi Baths

Iceland: Blue Lagoon

I realize it's blasphemy to live in Poland and not visit a Polish spa, but I haven't yet. I'm remedying the situation next weekend with a trip to the city of Szczecin (on the German border), about which I know very little other than that there are reasonably priced hotels and spa services. Sweet! I'll let you know how it compares to gilded Budapest.

17 June 2009

Warsaw Gives Up Seats

One thing which immediately impressed me aboutWarsaw was the rapidity with which younger Varsovians lept from their seats when an elderly person stepped onto a tram or metro car. Given the large population of elderly people in Poland, this isn't a rare occurrence.

Looks like NYC is having a problem with people hogging their seats (though I have to say that in my personal experience, people have been quite courteous). They've even started legislating this courtesy. It can't hurt - it certainly was nice when NYC passed laws saying people couldn't use seats to hold their bags or put up their feet when the train is full. One would hope people would use common sense, but I suppose we can't all be Polish!

09 May 2009

Swine Flu & Coffee

Utopia of Warsaw Coffee Shops

I'm spending the morning at my favorite coffee shop, Wayne's Coffee, which is conveniently located right across the street from my apartment. It provides the perfect combination of factors which make an ideal coffeeshop: free internet, minimal smoke, lots of outlets, and employees who generally leave you alone. Today is a bit of an exception when it comes to the last factor, but I don't mind.

The guy at the counter and I had a mini-drama about honey for my tea...they didn't have any out on the counter, so he went to look for more in the back. He reported that the bulk package of honey was frozen. He put it in hot water to thaw. The prognosis wasn't looking good. This information trickled in as updates in 5-minute intervals which he'd trot over to my table to provide.

Finally, we had success with the honey, and he came over to me with a large jar and a spoon, from which I scooped just enough for my tea. Hooray!

Then we started talking. Turns out he's from Mexico, and has been here for over a year working on his thesis for school (I had noticed a strange accent, but didn't think much of it). He said it's great to meet another North American.

We commiserated about the situation in our homeland, and about how Poles are wary of us. I told him that our clients don't want us coming into the office directly after arriving from the US after our periodic trips home. They've asked us to self-quarantine for 1-2 days before coming into the office. Fair enough, I suppose.

He told me that customers here often ask where he's from, and these days jump back a little when he says he's from Mexico. Once he assures them he hasn't been to Mexico in 4 months, they relax.

Who knew that in coming to Warsaw, the most discrimination I'd feel stems from my being from New York? And that swine flu would be something over which an American and a Mexican could bond, all the way out in Warsaw?

05 May 2009

Slate on Starbucks

I wasn't the only American to comment on the arrival of Starbucks in Warsaw.

A Slate writer provides some interesting observations:

The arrival of McDonald's in Warsaw in the early 1990s signified for many the arrival of capitalism in Poland. The arrival of Starbucks in Warsaw, as in Prague, Czech Republic (it got there a few months ago), and possibly Budapest, Hungary (where it's been promised for years), signifies the entry of Central Europe not just into the capitalist world but into the world of 21st-century-style prosperity.


Full text here.

08 April 2009

Starbucks in Warsaw - Believe It!

Nowy Świat 62

Hot off the presses: Starbucks opened its first store in Poland this morning. The inaugural store, in Warsaw at Nowy Świat 62, has been in the works for 2 years.

I made haste in getting myself over there for my first Polish Starbucks latte. It was pretty crowded, with TV crews and a crowd of customers (both Polish and International). The employees were practically giddy - the clearly understand what a Big Deal this is.

Opening Team Poland: A surely coveted job

The line, serviced by circulating trays of muffin and cookie samples

It's quite the challenge, I imagine, to find the perfect balance between staying true to the Starbucks brand and appealing to local taste. Another American and I bemoaned the lack of scones (particularly the crack-laced Maple Oat Nut Scone), but we also understood that scones aren't really eaten in Poland. So should Starbucks take it upon itself to bring the wonders of the scone to Poland, or should it just sell them what they want? I pondered a similar quandry in an earlier entry.

From an American's perspective, I think Starbucks succeeded. Entering the store felt like coming home (I know, I know...but you see I have intense love for Starbucks). We'll see how it is received by the locals. The Suits from Seattle are surely keeping a close watch on this high growth-potential market.

A Suit keeping an eye on things

05 April 2009

A Variation


This was the first real week of Spring weather in Warsaw, and to celebrate, some friends and I went on a long bicycle around the city.

At one point we reached a park with a bit of a hill. I'll blame being in the wrong gear, rather than my poorly toned muscles, but I nearly fell off my bike halfway up the hill. Naturally, there was a group of about 10 Polish guys standing right there drinking beer. They found my plight hilarious, and they enjoyed making fun of me in Polish until I was far out of sight. I didn't care - the bike ride was splendid!

04 April 2009

Ogrodowa Cafe

Some friends, Ola and Bruno, just opened a restaurant in central Warsaw, Ogrodowa Cafe. Their aim is to deliver fresh, interesting food to the neighborhood at reasonable prices. I can't get enough of the place...I eat there at least twice a week and am finding my dependency growing. Luckily, Ola and Bruno are warm and welcoming enablers.

Ola and Bruno, owners

What's interesting is Varwovians aren't quite so enamored--yet. Ola (born in Poland, raised in the US) and Bruno (born and raised in Portugal) tell me that people often come in and exclaim that the menu is "weird." They don't see the usual Warsaw staples: fried meat, potatoes, pasta. But with a little prodding, these skeptics often try the food and find they love it.

Even though Warsaw is a developed European city, a certain level of sophistication hasn't quite taken hold. As Bruno joked last night, wealthy women come in with Gucci purses and don't know what risotto is. Ola and I were trying to figure out why this is: why does Warsaw lack the iconic sidewalk cafes which seem to define so many European cities? Do the people not want to eat interesting food? Or have they simply not been exposed to it enough to demand it?

There is the historical angle to consider. Warsaw has certainly been through a lot of regime and population change in the past several decades, making cultural evolution a bit...disjointed. With the major inflow of capital in recent years, development has happened rapidly, but it is oriented towards wealthy foreigners. Many of the best restaurants in Warsaw have a strong international clientele, and are quite expensive. Not exactly the best way to expose the local population to new flavors.

I love what Ogrodowa Cafe is trying to do. It fills a niche Warsaw didn't know it had, but I hope that people catch on soon and learn to embrace the novelty of it. One of my favorite experiences is eating there with my Polish friend, who has lived in Poland her whole life. Every time she comes to OC, she invariably eats something she's never had before, from peanut butter to split pea soup, to potato chips served alongside a sandwich (not a Polish practice, evidently). And she has loved each and every thing. While traditional Polish food is fine, what's the harm of trying something new every now and then, especially when it is so affordable?

Bruno, creating the delicious

20 March 2009

Pałac Kultury i Nauki

The Warsaw Palace of Culture & Science (seen here at dusk--so like 3pm) was a gift from Russia, and was originally named after Joseph Stalin. I've noticed many Poles have a generally antagonistic relationship with the building, calling it an eyesore and worse. I always found it rather beautiful myself.

Still the tallest building in Poland, it was erected during 1952-5, requiring 3500 workers (16 of whom died during the construction).

Here it is as a work in progress (with structural engineers poring over their calculations in the foreground):


The Russian Palaces of Culture were erected all over the Eastern Bloc, aimed at hosting various recreational activities valued by the socialists. The buildings contain cinemas, dance halls, sport facilities, lecture halls, and the like.

Today, the Palace is still in use--there is a cinema as well as a cafe/bar which I visit frequently.

The Soviets' encouragement of culture and science seems almost admirable, until you consider what "culture" would be like in the Soviet imagination. To give you an idea of the lengths Stalin went to to impose his views of acceptable and unacceptable leisure activities, consider the fate of The Temple (Cathedral) of Christ the Savior in Moscow.

Polish writer Ryszard Kapuściński provides an account, which you can find in Imperium, his account of the collapse of the Soviet Union during the 1930s-1990s.

The Temple of Christ was a magnificent structure erected by Nicholas I (and successors) between 1839 and 1881 to commemorate Russia's defeat of Napoleon in the Napoleonic wars. As Kapuściński reports, "Not only Moscow, not only Russia, but also the entire world watched the construction with astonishment and speechless admiration." Upon its consecration, those entering the interior "utter a cry of rapture and admiration." The Temple was 30 stories tall, its walls covered with marble and granite, and the cupola crowning the Temple was covered with bronze. The Temple could hold 10,000 worshippers. It was a magnificant structure and a prize of Russia.

Until 1931, when Stalin razed it in order to build his Palace of the Soviets upon the exact site. Kapuściński explains why this temple was selected for destruction when alternative sites were available:
Only he who maintains (and has somehow proven) that his authority has a human an divine nature can rule here, can lead the people and count on their obedience and devotion...The hand of God is in the case the sole legitimation of power. The Bolsheviks attempt to fit into this tradition, to draw from its proven life-giving springs. To achieve this status [of God Himself], one must demolish the Houses of the former God (demolish them or strip them of their holiness, converting them into fuel dumps or furniture warehouses), and on their foundations raise new temples, new objects of admiraiton and worship--Houses of the Party, Palaces of the Soviets, Committees. In this transformation--or, more precisely, in this revolution--one effects a simple but radical exchange of symbols.
This exchange of symbols turned this:

into this:


And, since Stalin was too busy murdering people (he killed 10 million people by starvation in the Ukraine in the 1930s, then set about annexing Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia, followed of course by the Second World War, the aftermath of which required mass deportation of various populations to Siberia and Kazakhstan--he was a busy man), his grand plans for the Palace of the Soviets never were completed. The site fell into disrepair, and Khruschev later converted it to a large public swimming pool:


This woeful tale ends somewhat happily, as the Temple was reconstructed in the 1990s, after the collapse of the Soviet Union:


Ultimately, I must concede that while I enjoy a good mulled wine at the Warsaw Palace of Culture's Cafe Kulturalna, I understand Poles' mixed feelings about the structure--a clear symbol of Soviet power and all that comes along with it.

18 March 2009

Warsaw Landing

No matter where my flight originates--no matter how pleasant, how sunny, how warm--my plane invariably breaks through the Warsaw clouds and lands in a scene like this.

Home sweet home!

27 February 2009

Mystery Product

Can you figure out what this product is?

Lotion? Body soap? Hair conditioner?


I can offer one tip I learned the hard way: the best way to identify a mystery product is NOT to get out of the shower and smear it on every inch of your body. Google Translate is a much better investigative tool.

26 February 2009

Crisis on My Block

I have been transfixed by the latest news out of Europe, and I can't help but share my thoughts on the current economic climate.

Some commentators are calling Eastern Europe the "subprime market" of Europe. Over the past few years, investors from Western Europe clammored to invest in the rapidly-growing Eastern European countries, of which Poland is one of the most stable and prosperous.

The foreign investment is abundantly clear here. When I first arrived in Poland this summer, a banking executive told me that there are over 60 different bank brands in Warsaw, a city of 2.7 million inhabitants. Staggering. Poles have not historically availed themselves of banking services, creating a huge opportunity for foreign banks to offer accounts and sell products--including low interest loans in foreign currencies.

Which brings us to a key dynamic exacerbating the situation. Banks offered insanely low interest rate for Swiss franc- and Euro-denominated mortgage loans. The Polish zoty was very strong, peaking in the summer of 2008, and Poland was on track to join the Euro in 2012. Consumers figured they could save on interest in the meantime by paying in Swiss francs or Euro. But then the zloty started sliding, falling 48% against the Euro since the summer of 2008. Foreign currency became expensive, surprising borrowers whose mortgages suddenly became unaffordable. It was not just mortgage customers who couldn't pay back loans; many companies depend on foreign investment and loans which they now struggle to cover. I know of one bank which signed dozens of leases for branch locations, to be paid in then-inexpensive Euro. The bank has watched as their lease rates rise and rise as the Euro becomes pricier against the zloty.

The problem impacts all of Europe: since many of these loans were offered by foreign banks, mortgage and loan defaults harm business in countries other than Poland. Austria's banking industry is particularly at risk, since it is heavily exposed to Eastern Europe. So we end up with a situation where Polish consumers and businesses cannot pay back loans to Western European countries, who then stop investing in Poland, which means no more development, and no more new jobs. (Unemployment in Poland fell from 20% in 2004 to 9% in the fall of 2008, and has now increased to 10.5% in January 2009.)

I've been loooking around Warsaw and observing these dynamics very clearly in my everyday life. Even my not-so-humble abode in Warsaw is a microcosm of the larger market forces.

Here is the apartment building in which I live:


It is a new development--construction was completed in early 2008--consisting of a couple hundred fancy, modern condominiums. When I moved in in September of 2008, I was one of the only residents in the building. The building's manager told me that many of the units are owned by foreigners who bought the units as investments and planned to let them sit and accrue value. I have noticed a lot more construction in recent months, much to my annoyance. It appears that owners have decided to complete their units (Polish condos are sold incomplete, and owners install cabinets, flooring, etc) so they can either live there or rent them out.

Here is a street level view of my building:


You will notice here three banks:
  1. mBank is a virtual bank (customers conduct banking online and through SMS messages), owned by Polish BRE Bank, which is owned by German Commerzbank. BRE Bank is one of the first Polish banks, established in the late 1980s. As the first Polish bank to obtain a credit line in 1989, it helped Poland claw out from Communism's iron lock and spur the growth of capitalism.
  2. BPH is a Polish bank which is 66% owned by GE Money Bank--before that Italian bank UniCredit owned the majority share.
  3. ING, of course, is a Dutch bank.
I am surrounded with massive foreign investment--private and institutional--and I, myself, am representing a foreign company investing in Poland. I'm curious to see what happens to me and my 3 banks as economic conditions unfold.

24 February 2009

Milk Bar

Milk Bars are government-subsidized lunch restaurants created by Communists in the 1960s. When I first asked some Polish friends for restaurant recommendations, they enthusiastically urged me to go to a Milk Bar, described as "one step up from a soup kitchen." Each day, a list of food items and associated prices are posted (no profit is allowed, so prices fluctuate closely with commodity prices). You go up to a window and order from the never-English-speaking lady, then step down and collect your food from a cafeteria-style window. I finally went to a Milk Bar, and as you can probably guess....

I was yelled at in Polish. I apparently took another woman's Pierogi from the cafeteria window. Once I realized the yelling was directed at me, I froze and took a few slow steps backwards. I knew this was the correct action, as the yelling subsided and a huffy woman marched up to me and snatched the plate from my hands. I hope she understood my reason for stealing food at a government-supported soup kitchen. Honestly, I didn't mind paying the one dollar for my meal!


Photo: Milk Bar (Bar Mleczny) in 1982

18 February 2009

On the Street

I was yelled at by a stout, possibly homeless Polish woman: "Przepraszam." I said I don't speak Polish and kept walking. "Przepraszam Pani!" she repeated in a much more demanding voice. I repeated my refrain and walked a bit faster.

11 February 2009

My Hieroglyphic Washing Machine


Um, I think I'll select the yarn ball cycle, 700 power, and key. Now do I push the play button?

02 February 2009

Evil Secretary / "Short Talk"

I was yelled at for upsetting the CEO's secretary. My offense was requesting a meeting with her to discuss a topic her boss asked me to discuss with her. She complained to the COO, which resulted in an Outlook invitation from the COO entitled "Short Talk". It was like going to the principal's office in elementary school, if your principal was a German with a very tiny mustache.

01 February 2009

Hipster Coffee Shop

I was yelled at while trying to help myself to the glass refrigerator containing bottled drinks. The refrigerator was not located behind the counter. I put the bottle of water back into the refrigerator, and stood in place to watch the haughty barista stomp over to me, open the glass door, extract the same bottle, and hand it to me. I guess that's how she earns her tips?

Which would you pick next time you're sick?


Thanks to my more-frequent-than-normal colds, I've accrued quite a stash of medicine I don't understand. Mired in mucus and barely able to stand, procuring this medicine involves going to the pharmacy window (they keep all useful medicine behind the counter) and mimicking my symptoms to the non-English-speaking pharmacist in front of a long line of people. Demonstrating the difference between a dry cough and a hacking cough is quite the undertaking.

And there's always a line.

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