I’ve found myself yesterday thinking about the “good old days” when I used to wear sneakers.

I was really feeling melancholic about the entire thing. When I realized how silly that sounds I knew that I really am fed up with winter.

I am sick and tired having to get dressed every morning with the most “cozy” sweaters, I am tired of wearing my winter boots, I am tired of not knowing if it will rain, snow or be sunny. This weather is really unpredictable.

Last Saturday, it rained, snowed, the sun came up, and then it got gloomy and started raining and snowing.

I think that after 4 months of cold weather we should get a break and let spring come. I know it’s barely mid February, but this was the worst winter we had in years.

And, if the weather allows me, tomorrow I shall wear my sneakers.

I regret that my parents didn’t have a photo camera when I was little. There are lots of moments in my life that I wish I could remember or at least have “proof” that they happened.

The world was beautiful back in those days. Everything was new and fresh. Things weren’t as complicated as they are today. Everything was fun even on rainy days as today.

I regret that I don’t have any pictures with my childhood friends. I miss them, but I know that if I would see them today, my childhood memories would be stained. People do change in time, and I know for sure (from experience) that we might not be friends now if we meet.

Ironically, now that I do have a camera, I miss all the important moments. For example, last weekend, my high school best friend got married (well they just exchanged vows; the real wedding will be in October). My camera batteries were dead and I couldn’t take a single photo.

That was my first mistake.

So I decided to rely on her friends to take decent pictures and maybe include us two (me and Johnny).

That was my second mistake.

Not only that we are in just one (group) photo, but the rest of the photos are horrible. They are all dark and you can’t even see the faces of the people who were there.

The worst part is my friend decided not to buy the pictures from the experienced photograph because she already has the photos from her friends and they are “perfect”. It hurt; she doesn’t even remember when we left (we even had a Goodbye photo which we never saw).

I got mad at her. That was my third mistake.

These are her memories and if she feels that the pictures from her friends are enough, that’s her decision. If she feels that a group picture with everyone in it is enough, that’s her decision. It was nice that she did invite us and that she is willing to share these moments with us. Hopefully, in October we will be seen in more than two pictures.

I can truly say I’ve learned my lessons: I should only be concerned about the memories I make and I should check more often the battery on my photo camera.

In the meantime, here’s a sweet memory with me and Johnny:

And we’re at work. Enough said!

Hope we won’t have to stay all day long cause that would surely suck more than it does now.

We’ve just lost our main transportation for a indefinite period. It really sucks since we have monthly subway passes and now we can’t use them (even if we paid for them).

As bad as that sound, it is fun to ride the bus in the morning, but only when it’s not crowded. Today, we were lucky cause we even had seats, but we were at work a half an hour earlier (because we left earlier so we wouldn’t catch the morning crowd). At least we had time to make coffee, read the newspapers and online websites without having to worry about slacking. Even so, it sucks changing your route to work, especially during winter time.

We can’t do anything about this strike and I think that the people that work at the subway are being unfair. They have the highest salaries in town and they still aren’t happy about it. Metrorex is one of the most profitable “business” in Bucharest and maybe even in Romania. They make a lot of money (and profit) since a lot of people depend on the subway to get on time to work.

The worst part, if they don’t get the raise they are asking for they intend on raising the prices for subway passes and that sucks. The subway is the fastest and cheapest way to get around in Bucharest. I would hate to have to go to work on a bicycle during winter time. And I don’t even have a bicycle.

Hope things get back to normal soon!

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I’ve been asking myself these question quite often these past few months and I still can’t figure it out.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like hitting myself with something, hard preferably. Then I would have an excuse for having such bad headaches on a daily basis. And it’s not because of money, love, family or friends (problems). It’s about a co-worker.

Wow, what a shocker!

I know that everyone has one or two co-workers that are so annoying you could feel your blood rush to your head just by mentioning their names. But mine is worse. In fact I don’t think I ever met such a person in my entire life.

I try hard every day not to pay her attention. I don’t look, talk or even mention her name. But she still gets to me. I don’t know why or how, but she does. The funny thing is that if you meet with her after working hours she’s not such a bad person, but during the 8 hours a day we spend together she’s insufferable.

She badmouths anyone and everything. She doesn’t care (or is stupid enough not to notice) that other people are around (like me) and can hear her badmouth Mr. X with Mrs. Y, and after that, she badmouths Mrs. Y with Mr. X. And she can do that while having her lips really tight on everyone ass. But that’s nothing, compared with how she treats her husband.

She really doesn’t see herself as being a bad person. She say everything like it’s a joke, but she isn’t joking. That’s what she’s thinking. I’ve read a lot of articles on the Internet about how to handle bad coworkers but none of them are of any help. It’s like I’ve discovered a new species of “co-workers” and I’m suffering for it.

The worst part is, that unintentionally her husband kinda got me and Johnny together by asking him if he wants to work at our company. And I’m sick and tired of complaining about her. It’s like she’s the main topic of each workday. It’s getting tiresome and it feels like I’m a broken record, always talking about her with Johnny.

So how do people keep their sanity with people like that around them?