Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Short morning walk to work

Medium jacket on and backpack at the ready, I leap the car at the crosswalk after the brief pause and then Lili drives away. While not a designated debarkation site, most paved areas in Sofia are used to load and unload passengers. We simple choose a full crosswalk to minimize impact.

I walk to the OMV, convenience store, refueling stop, auto wash and diner. It's a larger chain in Bulgaria and, while, I don't know what OMV means (I "google it" later - no help) I walk up the entry drive and into the store as I've done for the past two months.

I have a snickers bar in my backpack, purchased at the warehouse grocery "Metro" over the weekend. Buying a small bundle of them saves me several stotinki over buying them every morning at OMV.

Of late, I've been having problems with dry skin on my legs and merciless itch which accompanies. This happens when it gets cooler out side. It's made much worse by the amount of caffeine I've been drinking for the last two months. Yesterday I skipped my morning trip to OMV to avoid buying a large bottled Coca-Cola. Today however I remembered the office water cooler is empty, the four 5-gallon refill bottles dry. At OMV, I slip inside to the coolers, hand in my pocket, fishing for stotinki coins. I've 1.50 leva in coins - more than enough.

I buy a mineral bottle of water from Bankia. I'd rather have nice non-mineral water but I make do with what is available. I know the cashier by sight but not by name as its in Cyrillic on her name tag. I say "Good Morning" as I always do. For the alert cashier, this lets them know I don't speak nor intend to speak Bulgarian during this exchange. Usually she catches this but today she is distracted by a conversation with a coworker and proceeds to up-sell me a Lion candy bar in Bulgarian, at least that's what I think she was talking about. I say "No, thank you. This is all" and make the hand-passing-horizontally-over-the-counter gesture. She nods and speaks the total and I read the total displayed. Tax is included in the listed price of products so I get 11 stotinki back in change. I thank her again, though the conversation with her coworker is still on going so my departure is mostly unnoticed.

Outside, as with every morning, I stop on the island between the fuel pumps and put today's "bounty" into my bag. Lili got me a very nice backpack carrying laptops. However, my laptop is about 4 inches too long so I use it for carrying personal gear to work each morning, adding my OVM purchases as I go. It also carries my access badge to the building.

Interestingly enough, it's not my face or name on the badge. It does scan me through the security turnstiles but I could just as easily go around like most of my fellow coworkers, including the guy who's face is on "my" security badge.

Water safely tucked into the bag, I return to the OMV drive way and head to work. Its about 4 minutes walk from OMV and crosses two and a half lanes of traffic. The cross walk I existed the car from is easy enough to get back across as it's well marked and, with enough pedestrians, mostly well respected by speeding motorist. Crossing over put me on a frontage road and free way medium with a bridge pathway of large, broken and differently oriented flat hexagonal bricks. As I navigate the bricks to avoid flexing my month-old, yet-to-heal toe, I am remind of something which Yana had said: "No one jogs in Sofia. They'd end up with broken ankles from all the uneven sidewalks."

At the end of the broken and uneven pathway is another crossing. The pedestrian crosswalk paint is gone, blackened over by road use and automobile oil. To the left of this cross walk is one lane of traffic off exiting from a clover leaf turn. To the right is the frontage road for the freeway. Further to the right is an exit from the freeway. This is the remaining one and a half crossings. I check left, right and further right and, when I think its safe, I hobble directly across the street. Where I more fleet of foot, this would still be less than ideal.

Safely crossing, I round the corner at the iron gate and down the side walk, also made of the same broken bricks, although in better condition. I turn parallel to a eight story build and walk its length, not certain what businesses are inside. I have seen men and women in lab sky-blue coats on earlier days.

I pass the dog houses for the adopted dogs who are away at the moment. Unlike the wild dogs in the fields next to the flat or the other multitudes of stray dogs in the city, these three or four have it pretty comfortable, by stray dog standards.

I round the corner of the sky-blue-people building and head down hill slightly. The cold air slaps my face lightly. Just at 50 Fahrenheit ( 10 degrees Celsius), I know I'll be adjusting to much colder weather soon. While I'm pleased my package of cold weather clothes arrived last week, I'm more concerned about my foot healing before the cold really begins. I can deal with pain and I can deal with cold but I do not want to deal with both at the same time.

I walk pass the book trading windows and down to the entry to my building, past the few chain smokers surrounding the door and the lady mopping the store entry way. I scan through the turnstile with the badge containing a face that is not mine. While I'd like to use the elevators, Sofia elevators are slow and programmed poorly. I take the stairs up to the second floor. I pass the cleaning lady that cleans our offices as she's leaving. I don't say anything as she doesn't speak English, nor I Bulgarian. She's got her hands full and looks tired, beads of sweat on her brow.

It's 9am when I reach the door to the office and, sure enough, it's locked. I'm usually her 15 minutes earlier but no matter. I am the first one in the office again, since office hours are 10:30am to 7:30pm. I come in early to make use of the offered car ride as well as some focus time before people start to roll in.

I open the office window. The office is fill with seventeen or more computers and it gets rather warm in here over night. The sounds of a band saw cut into the gentle hum of the office computers from the door factory across the avenue.

I settle into my office chair with my snickers bar and water and look high into the sky for the blue and low on the horizon at the dusty air and prepare for a few hours of solitary work.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Recursive déjà vu

I'm having bouts of recursive déjà vu ( déjà vu of déjà vu of déjà vu, etc ). I'm sure I've been here several times before. I'm sure I've written this line of code, from this office, from this point in time. And I'm sure I remember experiencing déjà vu the last time this happened.

I moved my work computer to a new place in the office this morning.

Only difference this time: I blogged it.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

"OHHHhhhh..the weather outside is ...

While Texas does not, Bulgaria has all four seasons! I'm pretty excited to experience them. I've "sent for my cold weather clothes" (thanks to fear, doubt and ignorance, it cost me extra to have them postal mailed but I'll grumble about politics and fear another time.) I'm glad I thought to pre-pack that box before I left.

At the moment, Sofia is 15C (or 59F.) I call this kind of weather "free air conditioning" (from a Texas point of view.) Lili finds this humorous of course. Until this package of warmth arrives, I have long sleeve business shirts (which I don't wear) and a single, light and overly used pull-over fleece.

From the balcony at the flat, we can a nice view of most of the mountain. Over the weekend, between the cloud breaks over the peaks, glittering snow and ice twinkled in the afternoon sun. This morning the clouds scrapped lower on the peaks in the strong, cool breeze that started a few days ago. I've been told that a cold snap this early in the season usually means a long, cold winter.

I wonder if my boots are in that package...

While my foot is mostly healed and I can walk, the toe and arches still ache when I walk too long, too far or my foot gets too cold. At least one of the joints on the toe that I broke isn't "slim and pretty" like the other toes any more. I'll forgo freebie for a while longer.

Back at the flat, I hope the central heating is turned on soon. While I can deal with heating my bath water in a bucket, I don't really want to experience a Bulgarian winter without heat in the flat. The building company has assured Lili that the proper permits have be sent and we should have central heat and hot water in thirty days. "The hot water must flow!"