Bitchcraft... Flying around in the fog.

09/08/05 - Tuesday
NP: Blind Guardian – ‘Lord Of The Rings’
Title: Bitchcraft

Hya, how are ya? I’m fine , thanks… just about to explode!

This job is a joke, serious! It’s a 30-people office divided into 3 departments: Sales, Administrative and Project (apart from the IT/Design one, which is made by freelancers). I’m supposed to be in the most fun of them all, but not really. I’m beginning to notice some traces of… bitchcraft.

Because there are 3 departments, we have 3 bosses; they are partners and evil! I’ve already had 3 bosses once, but that was a pure/genuine Architecture office, therefore the 3 of the bosses were architects. Annoying ones, but good!

So back to the nowadays office;1 boss who’s graduated in Economic Sciences, 1 boss who’s an engineer and 1 who’s an architect (the only woman of the 3). The architect is abusively annoying, mad all the time, pissed off (at her own self, I bet!) and cynical! But she’s the boss I respond to (the other 2 are just abusively stupid!).

I wouldn’t mind so much if they were peaceful people, minding their own business (LITERALLY!), but it’s as if they’re here to fight. Well, I should introduce some Manowar to them: people who fight for no reason and always ‘rape’ and kill girls in the end (that would be 1 boss less, since the architect is a woman! And don’t you worry about me; as although I’m a girl, I’m the witch of the story and would definitely be the one to ‘rape’ those idiots myself! – It can be proved by the fact I’d be the one to introduce them to Manowar. =P).

Anyway… they fight, how they fight! Among them, with us, alone… It’s as if they need to show off. One screams because he needs to make more money, so they need projects ready for yesterday (as if they knew how to project, or the time needed for such a task), the other thinks that a lighting project consists of little circles distributed along a floor plan (WTF?), and the architect, supposedly the one who understands a bit more of the entire process, thinks that computers came to improve archi drawings and they’re here to make those faster than hand made drawings – which is true, but doesn’t mean it speeds up the time in 100%. She’s from that time anyway; btw, she doesn’t know how to draw on the computer, therefore has no idea how long it takes.

Philosophically speaking, I face this job as the ‘one ring’; only reversed. It shines so bright and when we’re part of it we want out, and not power as in the story (and no, we don’t get invisible!).

All of us want out; it’s depressing. Remember Camila, one of the girls from work I talked about a while ago here in the blog? She’s leaving this shit in a month! Her bf made her do so, as she cries everyday because of a project she’s practically in charge of alone! My boss is the one who should be in charge of all projects, but apparently her Mercedes, her hair and her Victor Hugo bag are more important than that. C’mon, nobody can take over 3 buildings alone… right? We’re 9 architects in the department, each with her own projects, but we could postpone ours and help Camila out. I just don’t understand why my boss can’t handle it, as Camila IS at least trying to.

Gosh, I pity her! She’s projecting a whole building lot for a well known Italian factory and no one should do that alone. That’s frightening, to say the least. All the details, different techniques, observations… and when you’re done, all the changes, pff!!! I hate my boss… she should never allow such thing.

‘There are signs on the ring, which make me feel so down. There's one to enslave all rings, to find them all in time… and drive them into darkness, forever they'll be bound. Three for the Kings of the elves high in light, nine to the mortal which cry…’
The one thing that comes to my mind when I wake up in the morning and think of this job is: Bitchcraft.

I’ve no idea what I’m doing here, but I might be some serious case of madness. And there’s no way we could ever play with this sort of madness… Mind you, it’s Bitchcraft. =(



11/08/05 – Thursday
NP: Lande+Allen – ‘Silent rage’ (WHAT A KICKASS ALBUM!!! What a kickass song, and a kickass singer! Perfection!!!) – ‘Don’t walk away, you need to staayaaaay! The silent rage won’t be silent, silent no more!!!’
Title: Flying around in the fog…

Hiiii aaalllll!!! How are you? =D I’m mega fine and happy, thanks!

I think I’m a bastardess. I talk too much, I shouldn’t do that. On my last post I was swearing on and cursing my boss, but I wanna state that I was cursing THE BOSS (who’s still a bitch), not the human being she is.

Well, she’s complicated, but she’s a good person. Vain, futile and serious, but nice. On the same day of my last post she came to me and asked me to stop that project about the acad blocks and help her with something more important.

She had to go to one of our clients (a chemical factory which has factories all over the country) and asked me to go with her to help measure the furniture and the building. It was a one-day work, so I said ‘sure’. Didn’t know what was about to happen.

The factory we visited this time is in Curitiba, south of Brazil, so we had to go by plane. Because it’s in the south and because it’s winter, we found ourselves in a cold 8°C day.

How I loved it! Perfect day, even if totally focused on work and with my boss beside me. 8°C, blue day, nice and beautiful people and Ana with a HUGE smile on her face.

And the fog… awww! Here’s the deal: if my astral map was right and I never move to Europe for good, I’ll move to Curitiba. And mind you, I didn’t even have the chance to see the city, only the industrial area of it. And I loved it!
Fog at first, 8°C of happiness, lots of clothes and travelling by plane. Awful food, but nothing’s perfect (and the food is the same for all of their factories – so I’ll blame it on this damn 3rd sector =P). Such nice and warming people! I felt like hugging them all (aye, still in hugging mood!); and such beautiful people. The huge majority descends of Italians and Germans, so I felt like I was abroad.

And the trees… Araucaria is definitely one of my fave trees. It denotes the cold weather. And they were going mad with such crazy wind. Awesome!
Amazing how the trees create a completely different landscape and atmosphere. Even more amazing how people do notice that.
I had a happy and wonderful day. And I must say that, always and over again, I love flying. How it cheers me up to see the world from above. It’s as if I’m too tiny, but I’m watching even more tiny things form a different angle. It must rule to be a God and live in Heaven. And Mike? I totally get and support your love for gliding. Wish I could fly more often.

So when we landed backi on Sampa, with all that work done, my boss asked me if I could take over this project (just drawings and project, not taking over the construction alone like Camila =P). After such a great day, all I could say was “It’ll be my pleasure =)”.

*hope I need to check some measures and go back there at some point. ^^*

NOW…

…For the first time in this blog, I’ll post a poem/reflection I wrote… landscapes impulse me to do them and sometimes I should just shout them to the wind. As the blog description says: “Sometimes I want out. Sometimes I just want to scream. So this is the place where I'm able to howl and dream.” In advance I’d like to apologise for any stupid mistakes… but hey, let’s focus on the inspiration, shall we? =D

“Out in the morning. The cold hits me on the flesh. Clothes, many of them… all for precaution. In case I stay, in case I go.
Blue, changes to white, that changes to grey… the fog. How I needed it. I need it.

I land on a land of different trees. Beautiful, tall, roaming leaves… not prettier than the ones I know, not uglier… just different. Green pompoms dancing in the air to the sound of 8. And those hit me on the bones. How I needed it. I need it.

Rush, pain, my feet awake. My head wonders, my feet wanders. And it aches… Timeless, love and passion, all in a day. Confusion, sickness, beauty… not a single thing in vain.

The rest, the quick chill out comes to my soul and again it goes up to the sky. Blue, changing to dark blue, that changes to lights… little sparks in the dark of so many colours… And they shine sweet as if tiny stars in a sequence of nonsense… and yet bright.

Colours change to red and white and they fight to survive. The mess of red, the mess of white… and they need a chance.

They struggle to survive; between blocks and dark, and refuse to dissipate… they resist and remain, red beside white. Different ways, opposite directions, side by side.

And the blue of the day, that was never in vain, now is all gone… with the white, the grey, the red and the lights. Now all that remains is darkness, tiredness, pain… and a smile to walk with me across the night.”