Sunday, November 6, 2011

How To Stay Young


1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is what they are paid for.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.'

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves (and GOD). Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

Friday, September 9, 2011

What Gets My Goat...

So I'm happily plodding along doing what I'm paid to do (and then some), when I hear what sounds like elevator music or another analogy would be the kinda music you have to listen to when put on hold. I ignore it, thinking that one of my colleagues has their music cranked up just a little. But after 10 mins I'm ready to pull hair! Its the same tune playing over and over...aarrrgggghhhhhhh ANNOYING!


I've lost my ability to concentrate, sigh.

...there's a car alarm nearby that goes on for hours and the owner is nowhere to be found

..you buy an answering machine so you won't miss any calls, and then everyone hangs up when they hear the machine answer

..there's a cop car in sight and everyone thinks they have to drive 10-15 mph slower than the speed limit

..you're reading a magazine and all those annoying little subscription cards keep falling out

..you tell someone that a door is locked and they try to open it anyway, like it'll magically open for them and not you.

..someone says, 'well, to make a long story short' and then they go on telling it for another 15 minutes.

..a friend or family member says 'Yuck! This is awful!!' and then tells you to try some.

..you have to inform five different sales people in the same store that you're just looking around.

..you rub on hand cream and can't turn the bathroom doorknob to get out.

..your tire gauge lets out half the air in your tire when all you want is a pressure reading.

..the power goes out, and you discover every flashlight you have has dead batteries.

..someone gets in the express lane at the supermarket and produces coupons for every single item purchased

..the elevator stops at every floor and nobody gets on or off.

..you almost ALWAYS back up your computer files but the week you don't, your hard drive crashes and you lose everything.

..when you are waiting for the bus and someone asks you "Did the bus come yet?"

..people who are willing to get off their tush to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually

..people who point at their wrist when asking for the time. I know where my watch is, where's yours?

..when you pull a string from your shirt and i doesn't break, but only becomes longer

..the day you decide to wash your car, it rains!

..the one time you need your memory to serve you, it fails

..someone sits in your space with a glum look and when u ask if everything is alright, they respond with "err, yea why?", give you a look that screams 'weird' and continue sitting there looking glum

what gets YOUR goat?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

East Coast, the new Sodom & Gammorah?

Tuesday 08/23/11. Was in a meeting on the 12th floor when I felt the ground shake. I sat absolutely still to make sure that it was not my tired mind playing tricks on me. Within seconds a second stronger 'shake'. It was like being in a vibrating chair and the window panes rattled. My first initial reaction was..."Holy fuck a bomb just exploded!"

9/11 just being around the corner and also combined with the fact that the institution I work for has been listed as a target, it was a legitimate worry.

I grab my handbag, cell, kicked off my heels and was out the door before you could even say "fish". I was trembling like a leaf by the time I got down and out. Hundreds of us were out in the streets without a clue as to what had just happened. Networks had gone down too. Slowly we got news that we'd just been hit by a 5.9 earthquake.

Holy Mother of Turtles...an effing earthquake!

There was panic and chaos in DC. We were told to go back home because the engineers had to check for structural damages and didn't want us in the way. You didn't have to tell me twice! I wanted to go home to check on my house but traffic in DC felt like it was 9/11 all over again. Gridlocked. Where were the evacuation routes? Dammit DC!

So that was tuesday...four days later we were hit my Hurricane Irene. Another event which brought chaos. Folks were flocking to stores buying out water, batteries & canned food. Evacuation centers were set up not only for residents but also for pets.

Although by the time Irene hit the east coast she had been downgraded from a category 3 to 1, the damage she caused in her wake was almighty. We were lucky being north of DC, our area wasn't too badly affected. Downed trees and power but no flooding and large scale damage to properties & vehicles. And most certainly no deaths...thank god!

It was frightening nonetheless to hear the winds howling and the trees swaying and dancing to a rhythm of their own. My house is surrounded by loads of trees, needless to say I had a sleepless night. Apart for a few broken tree limbs, all was good.

I hear now that there's a potential Hurricane Katia & Lee brewing.... say what?!?

Stick a fork me me already cause I'm DONE!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Disapproving Faces

It is not necessarily a pleasant experience, but there will be times in my life when I come across people who do not like me. As it is known, like attracts like, so usually when they don’t like me it is because they are not like me. Rather than taking it personally, I can let them be who they are, accepting that each of us is allowed to have different perspectives and opinions. When I give others that freedom, I claim it for myself as well, releasing myself from the need for their approval so I can devote my energy toward more rewarding pursuits.

While I agree, approval from others is a nice feeling, however, when I come to depend on it I feel I may lose my way on my own path. There are those who will not like me no matter what I do, but that doesn’t mean that there is anything wrong with us. Each of us has our own filters built from our experiences over time. They may see in me something that is merely a projection of their understanding, but I have no control over the interpretations of others. The best I can do is to hope that the role I play in the script of their lives is helpful to them, and follow my own inner guidance with integrity.

As I reap the benefits of walking my perfect path, I grow to appreciate the feeling of fully being myself. The need to have everyone like me is replaced by the exhilaration of discovering that I am attracting like-minded individuals into my life—people who like me because they understand and appreciate the truth of who I am.

I free myself from trying to twist into shapes that will fit the spaces provided by others’ limited understanding and gain a new sense of freedom, allowing me to expand into becoming EXACTLY who I am meant to be!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Gone But Not Forgotten

Every time I close my eyes I see his face...Hussain bin Abdul Kadir, my brother-in-law, whom God called for this afternoon at 2.45pm (M'sian time).

He'd been battling diabetes for so many years, initially not taking it seriously. There was always something more important to do. But that is the way of life for a father and husband. He'd always put his family before self.

Hussain was a good man. I will miss him. He had a quirky sense of humor and was fond of seeing the bigger picture. "Always be happy" was his constant parting shot to me.

I am glad I did not see him in the last few weeks of his life because now the image and memories I have of him will always be of him smiling at me.

I am sad you are no more but I assure you, you will be far from forgotten. Rest In Peace, my dear, for you are in a better place.

xoxo

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Stuffed Shirts In Suits...hardly!

"{1818 H Street} is a big, new, faceless rectangular building, of the sort that suddenly shrivels up your curiosity, and leaves you positively anxious not to know what happens inside... There is a frigid sense of future to the building -- that icy supra-national future when wastrels will not be welcomed and prodigals not easily forgiven... There is nothing escapist about the World Bank. It was born in solemnity, and it works with a deliberate purpose to a well-defined and scrupulously honoured set of rules.... Many of its staff members, who are nearly all men, are boring to a degree... They may be excited by the unfolding of history all around them, but do not often let it show." {Morris, The World Bank, 1963}



This is a great passage, written before half of Bank staff were born, but holds up suprisingly well 48 years later. And there are still those who criticize the World Bank for being nothing but a bunch of boring economists. This is a bit unfair. We also have plenty of boring engineers, procurement specialists, anthropologists, financial analysts, and accountants.

Are we boring? Consider the facts...

We (well the majority of us anyways) do essentially three things: emails, meetings, and travel. We spend more than half of our working hours composing, reading, ignoring, or deleting emails. The other half of the time is spent in tedious meetings where everybody feels obligated to say at least one thing (whether it is important or not) to make the meeting feel worthwhile. We indulge in creating powerpoint presentations featuring such revelations as "stakeholder participation is critical", "must strengthen institutions" and (my personal favourite), "there is no silver bullet!". Then we spend our lunch hours munching on boxed sandwich-cookie-apple combos and watching equally tedious powerpoints supplied by our colleagues.

We communicate poorly. Every sentence includes an acronym, which we don't bother to explain to outsiders or newcomers. We're fond of euphemisms: trips are "missions", agreements are "non-objections", and corruption is "rent-seeking". Our Staff Forum website has fallen totally silent since the Wolfowitz affair (was that all we had to talk about?). Any interesting conversations take place via Instant Messaging or hunched over our trays in the MC cafeteria, swapping secrets and gossip. We are all self-critical of our institution, which is a healthy thing, but this criticism must be kept quiet, which is not a healthy thing. Poking fun at ourselves is not in line with the noble pursuit of poverty reduction, and must be kept private, or left to the shadowy cowards over at Bank Swirled.

On mission, we work until late at night -- no time for fun. There is always one more email; the urge to replicate is paramount. Before leaving for DC, we draft an Aide Memoire, an antiseptic memento of our trip.

Our fashion sense -- and here I'm talking about the guys -- is rather sad. We favour dark suits with inconspicuous ties, without really knowing why. Women do better, to be sure, but most err on the conservative side, leaving the African pagnes and Indian saris at home. It takes an email from HR in June to tell us that it's now OK to convert to "casual dress", whereupon the more adventurous drop the tie...hehehe

So yes, it is easy to conclude that the Bank is rather boring.

But I confess there is a problem with this argument. Bank staff are truly intrepid. We work in dangerous places, falling sick with all sorts of interesting tropical diseases, and occasionally risking our lives. In jungles and slums, we see exotic and dismal places tourists would never get to (and when we do see touristic places, they inevitably seem a bit dull).

The happiest of us have lives outside work. Some have started NGOs for orphans and AIDS patients. We are accomplished actors and dancers and singers. There is some IFC guy with cancer, just back from skiing to the South Pole, for heaven's sake.

When required, staff can rise to truly remarkable levels. My two personal heros are former Staff Association Chairs, who faced off against their respective presidents, at the risk of their careers and immense cost to their families, and prevailed for the benefit of us all.

In that light, how can such a collection of interesting individuals be so boring collectively? Is the Bank less than the sum of its staff?

What do you think?






Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Just Another Doormat

My blood pressure sky rocketed earlier today and I lost it in a rant on twitter, at the same time firing off a few selected text messages, for good or bad to 3 choice individuals.

I don't suffer fools easily. Those close enough to me know this. And the scenario is worse still for those who think that they can make me out to be the fool. I may be laid back in my attitutude to life and a lot of other things but trust me when I say that my eyes aren't closed.

So what set it off?  A text message about me sent accidentally to me. I"ve kept quiet about what I have seen and heard going on. Everyone is entitled to have their own opinions about another person and I appreciate that. Now when you go about propogating false rumors and creating distrust, this is when I have an issue.

To the first person I sent a message to, also the cause of my angst, this is what i have to say to you...I don't hate you, I just hope you get your next period in a shark tank! You've been wanting to do the Baltimore aquarium dive, here let me volunteer and sign you up! And now you know that I know. Hope you're happy coz u've effectively killed our friendship.

To the good Dr. I don't know what the hell is your problem but it isn't me. I'm always joking with you & we've been laughing over said topic for weeks on end and yesterday u decided to pull a doozy and tweet that crap? I effin use lists on twitter to keep up with my TL. What you claimed to be within mins was 2 hours later! Go check my list, its open for public consumption anyways. Its not just this however. Its the convo the previous day too. You have a problem with me, take it up with me. I've had your back thru all this crap, the least u can do is have mine & stop hammering me as you promised u would!

And lastly to person no.3. You fucking can't help me out coz u say you're tight but I see on FB that you are taking off for SA for two weeks and I also hear that you've booked tickets for UK/DC in dec. Since when was it OK for me to shoulder the entire burden. I'm not churning out the moola by bucket loads here, in fact i'm struggling! Howz that for news?

You know what?  What-the-fuck-ever! After all this is Cherie and she's just a fucking dorrmat...

Monday, March 14, 2011

Froggy, the Prince

Been a while since I last blogged but I thought my urban encounter with a frog would be a good come back post :)

One Friday evening not too long ago, just before taking off from the Bank for the weekend - at least so I thought - I made a quick stop to the bathroom where my eye caught a strange pebble laying on the wet floor.


Upon closer inspection it turned out the pebble was in fact a little bright green frog. He was sitting there quietly but keeping a close watch on everything around him.

Why do these things happen on a Friday evening? Just when you want to go home to prepare for a dinner with friends.

You cannot just leave the fellow there, because in a few hours the cleaning team will probably apply measures too harsh for Yupie (name given to froggy). Given the wet floor, you consider if this leakage of Bank resources with such serious consequences shouldn’t be immediately reported to the VP of INT (Institutional Integrity). But, you know, he will then invite you for a coffee and after that nothing ever happens. Calling GSD (General Services Dept) is also not an option because they should have addressed the leakage days ago and from experience you know that they will just put a plastic bag over the problem for a few weeks, as they did last year, apparently hoping the problem will go away by itself. Calling Security and informing them about the incident just one floor directly below the President’s offices would mean a huge embarrassment for the elite corps. How could they have allowed such a visitor into the building without a pass? So, for sure they would just deny the problem.

So what do you do if no one will believe you or address your problem? At least you want to have a witness, so you take a colleague and a camera to the bathroom. We did. But then? Then what?

You can’t take him outside in the cold and drop him in the snow or the freezing waters of Rock Creek. Therefore, we considered dropping him in the pond in MC-C2. Although that blue sterile pond could use some flora and fauna, its water is probably chlorinated. Not good for our fellow. So, we went to the nearby offices of ED James Hagan. Maybe our froggy escaped from there. You can imagine the expressions on the faces of his staff, when I asked them if anyone there had a pet frog in the office.

So in the end we decided with a few colleagues (thanks Lori and Reema!) to build a little aquarium for the guy to help him at least through the weekend. A plastic box, the size of those at the salad bar, helped us out. With some room temperature water from the fountain, some leftover salad, a few cookie crumbles and a little soapstone hippo from Zimbabwe we built together a nice new home…. so we thought.

As soon as Yupie jumped out of the coffee cup into the aquarium, he desperately swam to get out of the water and tried to stick to the slippery wall of his new home. He clearly didn't like the water. Only then we realized that his claws were not webbed and that he must be a tree frog. (It is embarrassing but I must admit: too many Bank projects are being prepared without proper appraisal!) So we removed most of the water and then left him with a DO NOT TOUCH sticker in my office.

Back home, I found out that our fellow is probably an American Tree Frog, common in the southern United States. He likes a somewhat moist terrarium and eats mosquitoes, moths, and crickets, in summary anything that bugs him (*wink*). That’s what he got.

I must say, in the process I started liking the little fellow a lot. He is so dapper. I admire his courage, his tenacity, his adventurous nature. What brought Yupie all the way to the 11th floor of the World Bank, downtown DC? What is his mission? What does he want to tell us? Is he a messenger of climate change? A whistle blower of leakage? Or does he want to encourage us to always think out-of-the-box? He certainly tried to jump out of it! I thank him for choosing us and nominate him to become the mascot of HRSVP if not the whole Bank!

ps. major part of this post is written tongue-in-cheek esp when 'teasing' the practices of the WB