Internally posted positions always come with a side of they-might-already-have-someone-in-mind at my workplace. Not always, but it's often the case, even when they do go through the interviewing process.
I wish all my mornings were this entertaining before 8 am. On my way back from El Trouvador, the cafe/bar I found open yesterday (where this morning I accidentally reverted to french and everyone understood each other much better than my
I have the vocabulary of a two year old
spanish) someone attempted to flamenco with me and my umbrella. They were weaving down the street, singing, and not badly at that. I laughed so hard.
I'm not going to pretend I haven't done this to Jilli. She makes a squinchy face. It's fun.
Hey! I mean, I know you're doing it, but still. Hey!
Of course I also give her sips of gin-based cocktails for the same reason.
Gin, blech. I keep thinking someday I'll try something gin-based and it will be yummy, because in theory, I should like gin. But no.
Yup. I hope it is what it needs to be.
Back in Madrid. Where it is also raining, still. Ah well, I can go off and hide at Mercado San Miguel, my favorite and see about tickets to Toledo tomorrow.
When I'm touristing, I look at the rain this way: it keeps the other tourists away.
I'm not surprised that it seems that Spain has a high turnout for demonstrations and nightlife -- there's like a 20% unemployment rate there right now, IIRC.
Today is community cleanup day in Somerville, so I'm thinking of getting my gardening gloves and heading to the nearest site in an hour.
It's a cognitive dissonance that I posted that about, uh, 4 hours ago?3? My computer is still on eastern, I'm on Madrid time.
Spent the better part of 45 minutes getting tickets to Toledo. You *can* do it online, but a) in spanish and b) everything suggested you needed to print, which is a no-go. Even if not, my spanish wasn't strong enough to decipher the Renfe site. Anyway, wasn't all bad.
Hostal is fine, if noisy. I can hear the elevator and the floors are that faux marble ceramic. OTOH, I listened to all of Segovia whoop it up for two nights, so. Also, there's a tub. And all sorts of places to buy a good soak, so I may indulge, since I won't use my tub at home.
Randomly found exactly the sort of pillow covers I wanted so couldn't pass those up. Also? Sill cold. So I bought a scarf. It's thai silk, so not spanish, but cheap and mother of necessity at work here.
I think I'm spoiled by the (free) tapas in Segovia. While I had some good ones here in Madrid, I usually had to pay for those. Will try to get off the beaten path a bit this evening. I leave just after 9am for Toledo and get back at 6 tomorrow.
My poor, poor feet.
Hmm, Prado is free about the time I get back from Toledo and near the station. Maybe I'll do a driveby. I've largely avoided museums on purpose.
I miss ita too.
Check out these two unexpected animal buddies.
I guess the upside of waking up stupid early on a Saturday is that I've already been sitting around for hours, and it's only mid-morning.
