Supermarket shenanigans

I’m not a fan of going shopping at the best of times, to me buying groceries is a necessary chore. I don’t have a car, and this means going to the supermarket several times a week to buy just what I can carry. I have found that, at least in my neighbourhood, very few supermarkets…

The one where I almost got run over on the pavement

Back home I never took taxis. I come from a culture of public transport and the subway covers the whole city. The buses are clean(ish), generally punctual, and they always stop at traffic lights. This means that I’m a terrible driver and I have never owned a car, but it is ok because I never…

Idiosyncratic routine, part 1

  Idiosyncrasy 1. A mode of behaviour or way of thought peculiar to an individual. 1.1 A distinctive or peculiar feature or characteristic of a place or thing. “Are you familiar with the local idiosyncrasy yet? No? Hah! You’ll see.” That’s one of the first things a seasoned expat told me when I first moved here. You…

Today I decided to get myself headhunted

This blog started with an email. The kind of email correspondence that your boss has with someone pretty high up in head office back in an English speaking country and then he copies you in because he’s ready to delegate a project that he’ll take credit for. We’ve all been there. I scrolled down and…