Viorel asked me to write a story for him. I said yes without giving it to much thought. But just now I realize what I promised is not that easy to achieve…I haven’t written anything decent in so long…But maybe, just maybe…

Although I try not to, since the moment of the promise, I haven’t thought of something else: what to write about? What about? I’ll figure it out. Or not…

A co-worker of mine has recently started to have a very awkward attitude towards me. At first I thought I was imagining things. It is true though. Yet I fail to see the reason of this change. So I suspect it has little to do with me. However, I’m not that sure I even wanna know what’s going on. I’m tired of colleagues holding things of no interest against me…So I’ll just say what I always say when I’m tired of trying to understand people: WHATEVER!!!