The first impression I am making on my new boss is not a good one. She sent me some texts to translate into English and no matter how many programs I downloaded in order for me to open them, it turned out to be impossible and I can not do my job. I tried hard enough but she owns an Apple and I have a PC and I think we are not compatible. I finally had to admit defeat and let her know. I do not like to do this but I had no other option.
I will have to do the translations in the office on Thursday when I start my first day and I really do not think that will be a problem because I have the feeling that I will have them done in no time. Translating and writing a text is easy. It is what I was practically born to do. This little inconvenience will be taken care of.
Another matter I took care of was the fact that I had to cancel my domestic help for Thursdays in the afternoon. It took some doing and some phone calls but I have it arranged that Monday's domestic help is going to stay an extra hour and do all of the work then with the provision that I help her and dust the whole apartment thoroughly. That is no problem and I will do it gladly and did yesterday. I must say that I enjoyed doing that. I did break a vase but that was the only casualty.
The nice designer shoulderbag that I had ordered arrived yesterday afternoon and it was a real pleasure to unwrap it and I took my sweet old time doing that to savor the moment as long as I could. This is not a Louis Vuton bag, or something like that, because everybody has one of those and that is not exclusive enough. I do want it to be more special than that.
I sat with that bag in my lap for quite a while and had a good time looking at it and fondling it. I adjusted the strap and opened and closed it and zipped the zippers and checked out the little compartments. I feel just like my mother with all of her bags but I do not know if she ever had such a nice one. Is it possible to be in love with your shoulderbag? I can take the strap off and use it just as a handbag and thinking about it now, I will do just that.
I ordered another winter coat for 2/3rds of the price off at a very nice place called Kolibri's, which is a company in Germany. It is an Uchi coat, if that has any meaning to you. It did not to me until yesterday but I do know that it is a very good brand. All my other winter coats, except for the last one I bought, are too big on me.
I am most definitely developing my own style by leaps and bounds. A whole metamorphosis is taking place and it is not influenced by anyone or anything but my own instincts.
You could call this, the Birth of a New Woman.