Interview Rant

hold on to your hats, a rant is nai, neigh, er you know what I mean.
Language level is low I warn you mum, but I'm just going to say it like it is...
......and I see that spell check isn't working, sorry.

SO on Friday I had a 10 hour job interview for an Advertising Agency, TEN HOURS, this did of course involve at least 3 hours meeting the Norwegian company I could be Account Manager for...thus many drinks.... I left before they were done which bent a few noses
Last night I get a message from the **as yet unnameable** boss (mad as a snake talking lots full power same age as me leopardskin high heel) and she invites me to this clients celebration party.
I rock on up, the place is full of all the boys (50+ age and number) being very very drunk. the welcome is strange but I bounce around and talk to those that will talk to me. the main boss guy will not. but i reckon hes a wanker. So this other fellow Shanty is his name and a pennant for trying to touch my boobs he has... takes me into his confidence and says quite bluntly/drunkenly that the reason that I haven't this job is because most of the guys reckon I'm
" stuck up".
his words
or rather their words he's repeating.
whooooa
I didn't sign up for that kinda language.
however, interesting to know of ones self... of course I reckon I'm not, I'm a bit shy and take myself a bit seriously sometimes and my defence mechanism is for sure is to be standbackish. but to hear that this all comes across as being "stuck up"?
Shiva Vishnu
anyways this Shanty fellow (Shanty in name alone) is on my side, wants me on the team, is trying to persuade the others, but hes one of about 10. So I wineded and beered, whiskyed and champaigned, and dodged the occasional wandering hand, drank the alcohol put in front of me, smoked the cigars, talked the absolute gobshite and pretended to know loads about Norway
they have oil
I hear back on Friday.
So today I'm going to try desperately to get a job with an NGO in the Agricultural field. I am after all a farm girl (something even Shanty didn't believe) and have an ingrain knowledge about such things...no matter how hard I've tried to ignore it...."you can take the girl outta the farm but blah blah
there's me rant.
not bad eh?

Royal Ploughing Festival

Recently Cambodia celebrated another national holiday, I intended this time to join in the festivities....alas the event began before 8am and the PP social life simply does not lend itself to such adventures on "sleep-in dayz".... Now come, this is totally forgivable when you consider that most people work 6 or even 7 days a week.
That I am an unemployed bum has nothing to do with it!! I must show support for my working buddies
(buy it? no neither do I)

In an effort to get into the flow of things I have below the gist of "National Royal Ploughing Day" from a blogspot of some interest: http://www.ki-media.blogspot.com/ a site self described as "dedicated to publishing sensitive information about Cambodia", written by Cambodians.

"If the Sacred Cows eat paddy or maize, the prophecy is that the harvests and food produce will be abundant. If they eat green bean or sesame, food produce will be abundant and the food that we eat every day will also be available throughout the country. If they drink water or eat grass, water will be abundant, while harvests, food produce and the food that we eat every day will be rich in supply. If they drink the liquor, transportation will be convenient and commerce with foreign countries will be prosperous"
However if the cow fails to eat one.......disaster! so much relying on this sacred beast


ps, a sneaky trip to Vietnam tomorrow for 3 days of shopping and cinema, tis a good life eh?

Ronan Keating

I wanted to put up a pic of RK, but thought these might have more to offer.

1. The Phnom Penh Riverfront...because contrary to popular belief PP it is not near the sea

2. The current King of Cambodia, he is a gay ballet dancer who lives in France

3. The Dump. My friend Katy works getting the kids off this massive site

Back all of two weeks, and the time has been full of contradictions, bad spelling, and weird shoes. as always.
PP today is bearable, there is a breeze, and moments when it ceases of complete madness. Motodops now just yell "Hay" no more are they jumping and clapping hands to catch attention, though still an occasional finger click from those lucky enough to find a non sweaty patch on their shirts to wipe opposing fingers dry enough to create friction....tis a sad state of affairs.
and yet I do love it here
Ronan Keating (thanks for the spelling hint Swift) is coming to town, the newspapers have no less than 3 full page color ads for the man...my first glimpse of who he is...a close up of half his face....its plenty. My total distrust of this .. cough cough "musician" did not however, stop me from entering a text competition for a free ticket...one must encourage international acts and us expats will go to ANYTHING for the share hell of it. So I entered the RK and texted to 1212. BINGO! Now when anyone calls my phone they do not get a ringing tone but badly dubbed crooning of some new age Cliff Richard ....I should not be forcing this upon anyone...but cannay get it off!
however the storey continues. I WON A TICKET!!
how did I know of this golden egg?
copious calls and texts from random unknown Cambodian males. Apparently my name and number appeared on TV.
nice one Cellcard you bastards...
back to the job hunt