Late Night Salami

Let me recap the highlights of the past 24 hours.

Spent a good chunk of time last night in the apartment of my dear boss. We rent flats instead of hotel rooms cause the mafia owns all the hotels and refuses to invest in them - thus no internet. Anyway, so sitting on a velvet red couch in your bosses temporary home at 2am eating Nutella straight from the glass, becoming completely loopey, already feels like a date gone wrong. And then there was the salami. I knew he bought this awesome Ukrainian salami. The whole thing. At 2 am I really really wanted a piece of awesome Ukrainian salami. I was about to form the words: May I please try a piece of your extra large salami - when I realized the double (or single?) meaning of what I was about to say. So I refrained. And bought my very own large Ukrainian salami today. Good stuff. Ha.

Then today we had a bunch of meetings canceled because the guys who the meetings were with were not allowed to leave their offices. They are only deputy ministers. And this must be the most tightly run ship of ministers I have ever seen. Seriously. Not allowed to leave the office to travel across town to meet a bunch of independent consultants. That blows my mind.

Next up we got the girls who sit in empty offices. The entire ministry of X is filled with huge overheated offices (we try to restructure some markets here but as of now people can't even turn their own heat on or off so that's maybe another indicator of central top down control). There is one girl in glittery heels and a shiny blouse who hides behind a large PC on which she types meeting notes and lookes at pictures of her nieces. At noon she chases everyone out of the room so that she can lock the room and go to lunch. At one she is back. At five she wants to leave and at six she throws you regardless of who you are having a meeting with. Behind this girl on the large PC sits another girl without a PC. She got he second row seat so to speak. She sits there. She twirls her hair and she readjusts her scarf. When the first girl leaves the room for a few minutes, she sits in her chair and presumably holds the responsibility of whatever it is exactly the first girl is responsible for.

That's all I got tonight.