When I created this blog, I made a rule that references
to two subjects would be kept to a minimum: work and boys. The first because
discussing work is like throwing a boomerang that will inevitably bounce back
to kick you in the ass and the second, well, because writing about my Mr. Big’s (or the lack of them) for the world to
read wouldn’t be Carrie-Bradshaw-fabulous, it would be just be Sofia-Alves-uncomfortable. For me and for
the world.
Nevertheless, today I will open an exception to
this rule on both subjects because I have the urge to brag a little bit about
my week. At work, we received the visit of the Head of the European Union
Representation to Australia & New Zealand. This might not seem like much to you
but for those (read: me) emerged in everything with the word ‘Europe’ on it for
the past year and half, this feels like meeting a rock star. Ok, maybe the drummer
of an indie band only music nerds know about but still very exciting for such nerds (again, read: me).
And because my life tends to take eclectic
turns, there’s nothing like going home after such a high ranked diplomatic encounter, take my executive chiq dress off and get
ready for a birthday party at a house full of Brazilian radical sport
athletes. (Granted, these things didn’t happen in the same day and most of the
guys were away to participate in a downhill race but for the sake of the story,
it has more literary impact if I describe it like this so bare with me.)
My point is, when I look back at this week, one
thought comes to mind: sometimes my life doesn’t completely suck. On the one hand, I got
to meet an EU Ambassador at my workplace and, on the other hand, I got to hang
out with extremely-pleasant-on-the-eye-and-touch Brazilians. Regarding my interactions with such lovely gentlemen, I’ll include that
in my future bestseller which I shall write while sitting by the window of my Manhattan apartment. Or I’ll just tell them to my coworkers when I’m back in
Portugal, restocking shelves at a supermarket earning the minimum wage. Either
way, a good week it was.
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