Drug test or Painful question

mmm.jpgI haven’t been here in WordPress for a long time, but I gave myself a word as soon as I find a new job I will write at least once a week. Life a bit too hectic at the moment. Talking about hectic life and relaxation.

This week I was in Sydney. And while I was strolling through the streets of the biggest Australian city I saw this:

“Who are we hurting?”- said a shops signage. You might ask me what is this shop about?

If somebody didn’t get it yet – it is about giving love, sun and care for the plants. And I’m assuming people are waiting that those plants gonna “pay” them back. If they not gonna give them sun, they might provide some love and TLC.

And a restaurant next door got an extra traffic. It would be funny, if in a restaurant instead of the question: “What are you gonna drink today, guys?”, would ask: “Which drug are you gonna take today?”. Or something like: “We don’t supply marijuana, there is a shop next door. We are B.Y.O only”.

After all I guess there is no answer on the question “Who are we hurting?” apart from:  ourselves. But saying this, many people think this “pain” has to be legalised. We need to be free to choose our life, our death, our pain and our drug too.

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Среди повседневной беготни, где- то в Сиднее, я прочла такую вывеску магазина: “Кому мы причиняем боль?”. Приглядевшись, я поняла, о чем вопрос.

Посреди самого большого города Австралии люди выращивают марихуану, надеясь не только получить желаемый урожай, но еще и социально взбудоражить общественность.

Общественность взбудоражилась, трафик пешеходов увеличился, ресторан по соседству поучил все дивиденды. И мне стало интересно, если все же марихуану легализуют, то, например, в ресторане будут спрашивать: ” Вы пить будете или курить? По сути дела, посетители будут отличаться только скоростью выхода из ресторана и прямотой ходьбы.

Hard work

IMG_4263 (2)Two questions are now on the agenda of our professional workforce.

First one: Shall we implement siesta or not? And second one: Shall we cut penalty rates for Sundays or not?

First question is important for those who go to bed at 11 p.m. or later (that’s me, but not my partner). Here is why it’s important: if you have a nap for an hour and a meal for two hours and go back to work after that, it might stretch your working hours to the “forever” point. And you have to live and breath your work space literally, staying there till 9 or 10 p.m. Who wants such a life? (I know the answer -lawyers! But I’m not a layer.) Latest statistics shows that only 9-11% are happy to work where they are. So stretching an “unhappy practice” would not help to improve our world.

Other news sound almost insulting: from now on Sundays will get paid less. To be honest, I never understood why Sundays are so different to Saturdays, for example. Working on Saturdays means you are missing all the parties, but working on Sundays is quite boring (read: easy) anyway. So my verdict is – No sleep during the day, but more money on Saturdays and resting on Sundays.

That would be great! Better would only be the Swedish way: implement a robot which would work for us and produce goods, but money gets paid to the citizens because the robot decided not to take salaries or a siesta. So “Yes” to Sunday siesta, Saturday high pay and robots at our workplace. The only thing I’m worried about is if robots don’t care about pay and rest, I hope, they also don’t care about promotions.

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Два рабочих вопроса сегодня на повестке дня- сиеста и отмена высоких окладов по воскресеньям.

Ну с первым, все просто. Два дополнительных часа во время обеденного перерыва увеличат рабочий день до 9-10 вечера. А это значит, что с семьей я увижусь ночью. Не вариант. Зная, что большинство из нас ходят на нелюбимую работу (только 11% любят то, чем они занимаются), то продлевать пытки на целый день не хочется. Так что решено! Оставляем сиесту итальянцам и грекам.

А вот вопрос номер два не шуточный. Я голосую за поднятие почасовых ставок в субботу вместо воскресенья. В воскресенье все равно мало, что происходит. А вот в субботу – все вечеринки можно пропустить.

Так что, вот мое мнение- живем субботами, а спим по воскресеньям. Или еще лучше – все как в Швеции – робот работает, а население получает дополнительную выгоду, так как робот решил не брать ни денег, ни сиесты. Так что я голосую за расширение семей по швецкому варианту путем принятия робота в ячейку общества.

It’s a killer!

img_3633-2Recent news from Europe made me laugh and here is why.

One very passionate priest from Austria declared that yoga is evil and people, who practice yoga  are consumed by a bad spirit and already in devil’s hands. His argument was that after practicing yoga people feel out of their inner peace, less focus and other people even don’t want to see anyone (to be honest, when I’m tired and sweaty I also don’t feel like socialising).

Well, saying that in the Catholic centre in the same city they offer yoga classes openly and “shamelessly”-  obviously for some priests it is not a problem (they are probably more comfortable around sweaty and strong people??).

And I was thinking that Austrian priest’s worries are kinda understandable, because yoga is a part of Hinduism and he, obviously, doesn’t want people to experience it. Looks like Christians can share one church with other religions, but can’t tolerate “non-Christian” physical exercise. I’m wondering, does that priest experience yoga before saying his verdict or did he just assumed that yoga is a bad spirit? But if he did try yoga before then I completely understand him, cause on the second or third day after the practice I also feel that “this was evil”.

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Где-то в далекой, заснеженной Австрии, слегка подмороженный священник извлек из коробочки с мозгом постулат о том, что йога- это дьявольская практика, наставляющая людей на путь сатаны. Однако, в том же, все ещё заснеженном австрийском городе, в каталическом центре поблизости дают уроки йоги без всякого стеснения… видимо, не согласовали с “начальником”.

Священник попал в новости и даже во множество интервью; а я лишь надеюсь, что “начальник” оценил инициативу, и отметил его знаменем. И мне интересно, как тот самый священник решил, что йога – это от дьявола? Делал ли он умственные предположения или все же он попробовал физически ощутить это на себе, перед тем, как заявить во всеуслышание о необходимости отказа от сатанинских практик? Если так, то я его очень даже понимаю, потому что на второй или третий день после занятий, я тоже чувствую, как у меня всё как -то чертовски болит.

 

Favourite sin

img_1013-3A friend of mine asked me once about my favourite sin?

-As if it made sense that a sin could be a favourite?

-Yes, we all are sinners sometimes. You don’t lie, respect your parents, didn’t kill anyone (I hope). What is it you are doing? Is it lust?

I started to think.

I think I have a big chunk of pride sitting in my heart. And even if it was lust it would way better than hatred or gluttony. I then realised how much information one sin tells about a person. I guess there is nothing much to add.

What is your favourite sin?

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Pixel and Collectors

img_0139-3Sometimes it seems to me that we are divided into two different groups.

The first group is a Pixel group and the others is Collectors. The Pixel group is focused on the Here and Now: Insta pictures, fast tweets, short words, cut sentences, everything must be visited and ticked off the list.

The second group is about long sentences, less pictures but more texts, eye contacts, no sunglasses, boring text messages and books at home. It was quite obvious to me that we as a society are splitting up. But I didn’t think that it already became a reality until the moment when someone, who I know well and who is always starting his morning conversations with eBay pictures and Facebook videos and Instagram, had to write a big letter to a management.

Those long sentences and boring black letters were cut short, mistakes uncorrected, no capital letters and unfinished thoughts seemed to be O.K. There was no logic throughout the entire e-mail. He couldn’t attach the documents to his e-mail because he didn’t know how to use Microsoft Office. He is 40. He is not dyslexic. He always owns the newest model of phones. And I’m not jugging.

I just never thought about it that for someone pictures are the only thing which deserve the attention. Just because it is fast and doesn’t require any effort. Those people are here and our society is split – as real as it could be. Thanks to the new technology, Pixels find it easy to navigate in this world and  we see them everywhere (and yes, they are not necessarily dyslexics).

But here is an interesting  question: Who is it, at the end of the day, creating the technology for the Pixel group: Pixels or Collectors? Who is holding the instrument that is pushing us apart? Who is creating a power stick?

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Inner teacher or T9 service

100_5041Amongst a thousand sad news I’ve been reading today I found one which was quite funny, but before I tell you what was it about just imagne one thing: You are recieving a postcard from your Brazilian friend where it is written: “Learn English!” and all marked in red pen corrections. Imagined? Confused?

So, a postcard was sent from Brazil to Australia where the author made some grammatical mistakes. For that person who wrote a postcard English obviously wasn’t the first language. The family in Australia then got this card with an adjusted spelling. All mistakes were corrected with a red pen and a note above all said “Learn English!”. The Post office later couldn’t find the responsible person.

I was thinking what that person who corrected the mistakes on the postcard must have felt. Itching from reading, annoyed and probably disgused, he picked up a pen and did his justice- he marked all the mistakes in red. He didn’t send it back to Brazil, to teach a “friendly” lesson, but he decided, that he still has to fullfill a duty and let the postcard reach it’s receiver. From time to time we all see each other’s mistakes, but not many of us dare to let our inner teacher out. I hope this small postcard played an important role in a career changing moment for someone who quietly sits in a Post dispatch and suddenly realises that teaching is what he needs to do. Or is it a new free service from the Australian Post?  (Imagne a voice from an Advertisement saying: “Australian Post: Automatic correction is included for your convenience. Don’t worry about your mistakes-we will worry about them on your behalf!”)

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Среди печальных новостей я нашла одну новость, которая меня улыбнула.

Недавно была послана открытка из Бразилии в Австралию, где было написано, два предложения на английском, из которых можно было понять, что английский язык – не родной язык для того, кто написал эту открытку. В двух предложениях были допущены 2 ошибки.

Ошибки мешались и не давали покоя кому-то. И взяв, грозно ручку с красными чернилами, работник почты вершил правосудие! Ошибки были исправлены с припиской “Учите Английский!” Открытка не была отослана назад в Бразилию, дабы преподать невежде урок, а продолжила свой путь к адресату.

Бывает, что вырывается чих, бывает -слеза, но вот чтобы вырвался наружу учитель – это редкость, я думала, что такое бывает только у моей бабушки. Вредно им, учителям работу менять!

 

Hairball

SONY DSCMy hairdresser was finishing my haircut when she asked me: “So what’s the plan?”

“What do you mean, plan for tonight?”

“Yes. Are you going out?”- she was very enthusiastic so I figured out that “going out” is a thing to do, otherwise the whole effort of having my hair done (just a cut and colour) is wasted. Too much money for nothing.

“No -o-o”.

“Shopping?” – she was less exited, but I got a last chance. Looks like there is a need to be seen here. You better show your hair, girrrrrl, you better value my 3 hours of work….

“What a strange concept, – I thought, – like if a sales assistant would except only groomed and glamorous people in the shop and others wouldn’t be welcome? Are we apparently not shopping for needs and pleasure, but getting beautiful TO GO shopping? Hmmm…I can survive without that “oh -so- valuable opinion” of a random sales person, -that’s what I thought, but I said: “Hmm, I had a big night yesterday, I feel like I need a rest”. I tried to guess if this answer is any sort of o.k.  for her.

She raised her eyebrows and look at me seriously: “Are you going to bed?” -she asked and I understood that I’ve never disappointed a person so badly before.

“Don’t know yet” – back up! Back up, girrrl! Well… why? Why should I back up and what’s wrong with it? -“I think I might”, – I answered to her.

That was brave.

Unnecessarily brave.

No more talking for the rest of our time together and only “have fun sleeping” at the end.

Well, if you don’t want to disappoint your hairdresser and make her respect you – don’t tell her the truth, because neither does she…. All those years I was tricked thinking that this person is very understanding.

[In reality, I just always feel like my hairdresser has certain expectations towards life and how things should be done… it is hard to be yourself and not to slip on the same level of “understanding”. Hard, but very rewarding.]

It’s a sign!

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We stopped on the road to check a direction and discuss whether to drive to the beach for a breakfast or go inland. I turned and seconds later understood that we are standing on the wrong side of the road. “STOP AND CHAT” – was written on the sign opposite where we stopped. I thought that there is a new sign system on the road. But apparently it is mum friendly signage created by the local school.

I don’t know about mums, but I found it is very efficient especially for kids. Imagine you tell your kiddo: “I’m waiting for you over there” or “I’m waiting for you at the WAIT A WHILE zone”. In the first scenario you explain where you are in the second case your kid knows where you stand and that HE HAS TO HURRY UP!

Sadly there is no express lane, something like “SORRY, WE ARE LATE”, otherwise it would be mine.

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Где-то за Мельбурном, мы остановились, выясняя дорогу и свои намерения на завтрак. Напротив меня я заметила надпись “Поцелуй и поехали”. Я поцеловала.

– Поехали! – говорю я.

– Что? – спросил меня муж.

– Мы на неправильной стороне дороги. Вон там знак “ОСТАНОВИСЬ И ПОБОЛТАЙ”, а чуть дальше “ПОДОЖДАТЬ НЕДОЛГО”, а мы стоим на “ПОЦЕЛУЙ И ПОЕХАЛИ”.  Так что либо здесь, либо там…

– …либо продолжаем целоваться, -перебил мой муж…и мы продолжили.

“Хорошие знаки, однако, возле этой школы,” – подумала я.

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Bright and empty book or The Ausday

img_3206-2Australia Day today. But some people call it the “Invasion Day”.

Demonstrations and protests about the date of celebration of Australia Day are combined with happy walks with a colourful palette of all nationalities. Today is the day. The Prime Minister is holding a speech about our diversity calling it “the most successful multicultural society in the world” and acknowledging Aboriginal Australians as “the oldest continuous human culture on Earth which enriches us all”. May be.

But somewhere in hot Queensland sits a not so cool Pauline Hanson with her “One Nation” party and cooks a soup of a sterile community with only one ingredient. I hope her meal will be so plain and disgusting, that she will be thrown out of the professional kitchen or at least return to her dirty dishes. But at the moment she is quiet and locked herself in the kitchen with a witch book. Help us multicultural wizard, make this book same as her head!

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Сегодня День Австралии или День Вторжения, как называют другие.

Для одних – это вопрос перенесения праздника на другую дату, для других – это вопрос принятия и признания. В любом случае, есть только один человек, который сидит тихо в то время, когда вся Австралия празднует -Полин Хэнсон, лидер национальной партии Австралии.

Премьер Министр Австралии произнёс, что мы “самое удачливое мульти культурное общество в мире”, и что “каждый иммигрант – это ниточка, ткущая цветное одеяло Австралии”.., но кто-то всё-так сидит тихо в жарком штате Квинслэнд и даже по праздникам варит свой стерильный суп, замешенный на одном ингредиенте – ядовитой слюне гремучей змеи. Да расщепи ее (слюну) жара, пусть она превратится в безобидную воду, теплую и пустую, как повар, который над ней ворожит.

Half mast day

 

SONY DSCMelbourne flag is in half mast today. We are shocked. The reason of half mast this time is not a Trump, but a scary clown. If you need an explanation everything is in the news.

There is nothing more to say apart from “Sorry”.

I don’t know what can be done to prevent this tragedy. There is not much to add, apart from if I will ever see a message on FB or hear someone publicly saying something like: “I ll LET YOU ALL DOWN. You ll need an Army to stop me” – I will run to Police immediately. No matter who wrote it – friend or a stranger. I’m an Army by myself now.

Another thing: despair and aggressiveness of that guy are the result of not being heard and not being able to change anything. And in my head I often ask myself: “Are we, as a society, responsible for it too? Could we influence on upbringing of neighbour’s kids and treat other members of society differently?”.

There is not such a thing like 100% guilt for the car insurers the same as there is not such a thing like we are 100% NOT guilty in this tragedy.

I’m sad. I’m mourning. I’m strong.