Bidding Is Like A Lottery With Your Life

Unlike past years, the focus now is on filling difficult jobs first, and then the relatively "cushier" positions. And unlike past years, where "difficult" meant Tbilisi or Beijing or Jerusalem, this year is means Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as a number of other countries with unaccompanied postings - i.e. I can go, but my family can't. This just isn't a time in my life where I want to head off by myself, and with M heading to high school soon, school is supremely important. And this pressure is really unfortunate because we ARE willing to serve in a hard spot - I"m looking at Beijing, Moscow, Lima, Bogota, Lusaka (this is a test of your geography skills!) - all places with difficult living and/or working conditions. I don't know how it's all going to turn out, and I know we'll land on our feet, even though it may be somewhere we'd never, ever considered serving. If I play my cards right, I could know by the winter holidays, but it's also possible I could be into March and have no clue where we're headed. It really is like reaching into the lottery ball machine and pulling out a random number sometimes... except without the $1 mn jackpot.

Craigslist Funny about Foreign Service

I want to be a foreign service wife - 29
Reply to: pers-197008060@craigslist.orgDate: 2006-08-21, 4:18PM EDTJust that. I'm a decent, single, normal guy, good looking and fluent in Arabic, French, and Spanish. I have an advanced degree in international relations, I don't smoke and never drink to excess. I'm white, tall, in good shape physically, irrepressably optimistic and funny, love kids and am friendly to dogs and all other creatures. Here's my story: I grew up overseas as the child of diplomats, and I passed the foreign service exam this year, but find the idea of being Condi's minion a little tiresome. Instead of being a foreign service officer, I think I'd like to be a Foreign Service Wife. I'd be a great party host, help you make good contacts, impress your colleagues, do morale-boosting things at the embassy, organize school things, take on photography and travel writing, cook, drive, organize vacations, and have whatever marital and sexual relationship you want. I'd live frugally and manage your money so you get more instead of less, and sign any pre-nuptual you want. I'm a catch, so if you want someone to go along with you to the Kerplackistan or wherever, I'm all yours. I'll even buy you a nice fat diamond ring. I just want to travel and enjoy the foreign service life and I think I'd like to be the bit part instead of the main player. If it can work for Queen Elizabeth, it can work for you. So? Let's start with an email, move on to pics, hook up for coffee, and who knows? Maybe we can walk down the aisle before you wrap up your A100 class!
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Being Kid-less

The son is in camp until mid-August. Hubby & I are living more like "singletons" than "smug myriads." We've gone out to dinner twice (!!) this wee, and are planning lots of adult activities this weekend (not, that's not dirty - more like going to bars and eating places that don't have an obligatory chicken fingers/fries/burger kid's menu.) I'm actually really enjoying it, but I am a little guilty. Shouldn't I be pining for my lovely son?

I do miss him, and we talk daily, and it's kind of disconcerting how well he gets along without us. He's going to formal dance classes, and swimming with bikini-clad 12 & 13 year olds, playing tennis, sailing and getting in some golf, so he's not exactly suffering. (I am, though - see "bikini" reference above!) My attitude is - enjoy the relative freedom and celebrate while we can - walk around the house naked! (Oops - TMI, sorry.)

In other kid news, a big welcome to 2 new girls on the planet - the daughter of Uber-Brit couple resident in Wellington S&S, who arrived in July, and the brand-new daughter of M&E in Boston, who arrived a couple of days ago. I bet both moms are happy to begin the sleepless nights, endless feedings and the confusion of "How is it I can competently make foreign policy decisions for my country and manage millions of dollars/pounds, but I can't figure out a child who has three needs - food, sleep, diaper?!?" Good luck, ladies - call me at 3 AM if you need to. (I have an answering machine...)

Frustration At Work

Now that's a title that I think most people can relate to. Everyone came into work this morning with a bit of a chip on their shoulder. It's not helped by the fact this is the slowest season of the year. Why can't we just have the last two weeks of July off? Or part of August like the Euros? I have been filing this week. That and balancing my proverbial checkbook (who really writes checks anymore? Anyone?) and calling the rest of my family, which is currently at the beach. I went up there last weekend and it rained. Now I'm in a cubicle and the weather's great here AND there. So sitting through this morning's tedious staff meeting, where we discussed nothing for 30 minutes, was excruciating. At least let me procrastinate in private, and not force us into a communal suffering!
At least the bid lists for my next job come out soon. A pleasant, if stressful, diversion.....

Ice Road to the South Pole

When I worked in NZ, I covered the Antarctica portfolio. Mostly benign, with lots of cocktail parties in Christchurch, the jumping-off point for U.S. flights to McMurdo Base. Sometimes there were issues with Americans and visas, or unexpected injuries/deaths, and more frequently questions about the environmental impact of U.S. activities, such as the "ice road." We're planning on building a means to get equipment from McMurdo to our South Pole base, on a somewhat more permanent road - currently ice crevices and lack of markers make the trip quite difficult, and we tend to fly. Environmentalists are up in arms about our plans. But, seriously, it's not a real road - it's packed ice! I support not drilling in ANWAR and all that, but the U.S. is nothing if not anal about protecting Antarctica. I should know. But there is concern that it will "bring tourists" and there will be issues of "oil spills" and "air quality." That's why there's a Consultative Commission - that's why we now carry out our crap, literally. And the number of tourists is capped and closely monitored. The quote that really go me though, was this one:
"Sir Edmund Hillary, who drove 2000 kilometres from Scott Base to the South Pole on a tractor in 1957, has expressed distaste for the road. He would not comment this week, but on an Antarctic visit in 2004 said that the road was "terrible". "
Hmmm..... drove a tractor, eh? How did he refuel? Change his oil? I love Sir Ed, but let's see the plans before we express distaste, shall we?

Changing of the Seasons

There is an moment in DC in the springtime when everything changes. It's a bit hard to pin down, but it's between the cherry blossom festival and Memorial Day (about two weeks ago now this year.) There are a few telltale signs, which seem irritating at first, until you realize that the change has happened. For example - you miss a Metro train because people are standing on the left (you walk on the left, stand on the right.) It takes an extra 15 minutes to drive home from work because someone is trying to turn left illegally to get to the Lincoln Memorial. You wear pantyhose to work, and your feet get really hot and sticky and swollen, whereas they didn't the day before. And then you realize - tourists? Humidity? It's Hell Season, aka the swampy, humid, middle-America-tourist filled season that lasts until even AFTER Labor Day. It's why the British diplomats received hardship pay for being here until the early 80s. And I wish it was over already!

Evil Penny Pincher - Or Wise Investor?

Why I love my husband - When I stress about finances (which I do A LOT - having a family is expensive) he holds my hand. Why? Because we read in a magazine that a woman's stress level decreased most drastically when touched by their partner. And it works. Hard to do over the phone, though.

I also love him because we have the same viewpoint on long-term economic investment priorities - education, retirement and home purchase - in that order. I know it sounds dorky, but then again, the reason we clicked on line is because we talked about NZ's approach to economic theory. Ah.... dork love!

Calling In Sick

Had some friends flying in on Monday, returning to the States from a multi-year stay in Uzbekistan. With 3+ months of sick leave on record, I planned ahead to "call in sick." Ironically, I actually got sick on Sunday, and felt awful all of Monday. Friends didn't mind, they have a 3 month old, so wacky athletic adventures weren't on the docket anyway. Now they've left, leaving me with another illness Iwannababy-hangover. Don't worry - it was quickly cured by a couple of beers with the hubby and the ability to choose what time we went to bed.

Insta-parent - Warning labels

M was up all night, puking like clockwork every two hours. I'm off work today, and totally feeling like a parent as I try to figure out how to keep him hydrated. No other symptoms, just totally barfing. Had to pull out the big guns - called my mom. Didn't get anything new, though, so we pour on the gatorade and everyone gets to take a nap today. (It feels decadent to take a day off work when I'm not actually sick...)

Anniversary!

So - coming up on some "big" dates soon - my one year anniversary. Hmmm... paper anniversary. Does that mean we exchange credit card bills or something? Who says romance is dead - perhaps we can update our wills together, or sign papers putting money into a retirement account. The first year has gone well - about as stressful as I thought - moving, new school, new job, paying my own bills - but I am applying "disciplined" Zen. Deep breaths, a mantra of "does this really matter" and a lot of backrubs. Seems to be working.
Anyway, my friend is going to take M dragon boating and around DC, so that A and I can have a nice night together. I miss the pre-wedding/ dating phase, when we talked about politics and economics - instead of little league practice. Marriage is hard work, but I think even knowing that fact makes it easier to improve upon.

The Ups and Downs of Daily Life

Alternately thrilled to be a mom/wife, and missing the good ole' days of being a swinging single. Analysis of weekend - Fri night watched TV - programs suitable for kids. Drank some wine. Saturday - Read papers for work. Went to mall to buy sweaters. Posted letters at post office (this was actually a great victory - meant to do it for ages.) Took belly dancing class. Ordered pizza for dinner (big treat.) Sunday. Slept in - cleaned house - went to H&R Block w/ A to file taxes - Went to gym w/ A - did weekly grocery shopping w/ A - helped M with catch-up hmework after his week of flu. Who says romance is dead - look at all the quality time with my hubby! Not complaining, just observing - and looking longingly at an overseas tour...

Visitors

Two friends I haven't seen in years have independently e-mailed to say they're in town! One from each overseas tour. I love it when people keep in touch and appear out of the blue.

Slacking Off

Some days even the weather is telling you to stay in bed. I did - as long as I could - but I had to come into work. Why? Pressing business? No - pretty much the fact that everyone else in my office is out sick, has scheduled doctor's appointments, or is just taking time off. Could it be the fact that our boss is training this week? I think I feel a nasty 24-hour cold coming on tomorrow. The key is maintaining credibility. Sick enough, but not avian flu. That's the key. Or - use the old honest -but-not-really version. i.e. you do have a Doctor's appointment, but that doesn't mean you need 6 hours off, or yes, you have a headache and are too tired to come in, but only because you watched 8 straight hours of "I Love the 80s" last night.....
Yep. Definitely feeling sickness in advance.

Foreign ASSistance

So, Condi is making some changes to foreign assistance and how the U.S. Government engages in Transformational Diplomacy. What does this mean for my office, which has Congressional authority to oversee assistance in Eastern Europe & the Former Soviet region? Unclear, although in the Q&A it was pointed out that we are a model, and will be referred to as assistance is given an overhaul. I expect a call from Condi anyday now.
And what does it mean for USAID, which wasn't quite subsumed, but isn't quite as independent. All very confusing, and I feel badly for my AID colleagues - uncertainty abounds. At least with me, I do my job and bid an another at the end of the year. Uncertainty is the status quo.

Hiatus & Near-Death Experience

The thing about blogging versus my e-mail updates is the scope of the life event. A big thing inspires a mass e-mailing- something I think everyone would be interested in. Blogging seems quite mundane.

A 10-ton tree hit my parents' house on Saturday night, knocking a giant hole in the top of the house, and flipping downwards to damage the kitchen as well. Big windstorm blew it over, directly into the third floor of the house - in face, the bed that my son had slept in the night before took the brunt of the hit. He thinks it was quite cool that he was almost a pancake. Thankfully, we were in NYC, and so the "hit" only almost-killed my parents (3 feet and a windowsill saved their lives - yikes!) So. My parents are sanguine - they have for the first time read their homeowners policy, which apparently covers this type of accident. They're rather excited about the remodeling and mom keeps talking about putting solar panels in the roof.

Personally, I think they should do something to the tree company that just last year stated that the tree was healthy. Apparently, when it fell it was honeycombed throughout, and obviously rotten. My parents were concerned about the treefall and have, in fact, taken down 6 similar trees for this reason. I mean, I don't believe in suing for the sake of it, but the company should be told off for not doing its job properly.

New York

Went for the day for a meeting. Total waste of time. Great coffee with friend and lunch with another. Then a useless meeting. And my ordered car missed the turnoff for La Guardia. Don't know if you know the area, but we spent an hour in rush hour traffic trying to get to the flippin' airport. A tour or Queens if you will. I missed my 6:30 flight, alhough I did manage to learn an African French patois language by osmosis. He even dropped me off at the wrong terminal. I made the 7:30 shuttle. Which was late. Possibly the longest "work" day in history!
I also got to buy M a gift at FAO Shwartz. Fantazzy!

Repetitive Song Syndrome

Serbia beat Bosnia in soccer to qualify for the World Cup. I don't cover any of those countries, but did stop to muse on the fact that the Bosnian fans were protected in a cage during the game. That's not normal... except that I've been to enough European sporting events to know that it's actually quite correct to protect minority fans (i.e. the visiting team - no ethnic connotation there) from marauding majority fans.

Title of blog entry: Can't get the darn "Albania, you border on the Adriatic" song out of my head, and now everyone in the office is singing it.

Only appropriate, as I'm off to Tirana (the capital of Albania) for a week - leaving this afternoon. Last chance to request souvenirs.

But how do you get these songs out of your head? The only way I've found usually involves getting a more annoying song in its place, i.e. "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, but redone as "Kosovo." (Check the New York Times for some background on that one - I'll look for the link.)

Anyone out there?

Kosovo was great - no one shot at me. My time in Georgia has definitely jaded me, though. There is great discussion of how poor this region is in comparison to Europe. And yet - they were light years ahead of most of rural Georgia, economically and democratically (I'm willing to debate on this topic...) Example: an individual receiving aid told me that a refrigerator is a "basic necessity." Um, no. Especially in a place with sporadic electricity! A culture of dependence is an evil thing....

Off to Albania mid-month. Can't wait - did you know there's a song? Check here in the comments. I will enjoy sitting on the coast of the Adriatic - but not as much as a weekend in Vienna. One of the great ironies of my current life is that I can't afford my rent, but I can travel to Europe frequently. Ah, well, as Maire Antoinette said, "Let them eat Austrian Air fingerfood at the Business Class lounge!" Or something similar.

Sorry to be loopy - we haven't gone out much lately. I must reemerge from my cubicle....

Bubble, Bubble, Toil & Trouble?

I am in Week 2 of my new job - largely adjusting to the mountains of paper and copious e-mails that between them threaten to engulf me. My office looks much like a prison cell, largely due to the frosted glass sliding door and the bare walls, devoid of anything but one picture of the hubby and son. I suppose this will change, and I'll soon have the typical Dept collection of eclectic tchotchke from countries no one in their right mind would ever travel to as a tourist. I can hardly wait!
It looks like I'll be travelling a lot for the next few months, between visiting family and familiarizing myself with the countries I'll be handling. Not sure of the effect of this on my attempts to establish some sort of familial routine. - Hard to call in a good night when you're 6 hours ahead!
Our house is fantastic, I'm glad I splurged on the rent. Super neighborhood, I can walk to the Metro, there's a veggie garden, all of the neighbors are sufficiently nosy (i.e. they will notice men in balaclavas, but hopefully not pay attention if I have to run by a window in my undies.)
The weather is best described as being the live lobster in the lobster pot. Sweat, grime and heavy sticky air. Ah, the joys of the swamp that is DC. I'm now one of those '80s working women - you know, in a suit and sneakers, change at the desk. A major fashion faux pas, but since it's a mile walk in the course of getting to work, I'm ensuring the future health of my tootsies. I am still wearing skirts, too, even though my legs are severely black and blue from moving (and dropping) furniture. I'll sacrifice them again when our stuff actually arrives, a week after never at this rate.

So, a lengthy update, but we're all fine, adjusting well to life in the U.S. and we haven't gotten any fatter, so I've checked off all the boxes on my to-do list!

When are vacations long enough?

A & M have survived their first 4th of July patriotic extravaganza. M is still in sugar-shock from the cotton candy and red-white-blue gum, "lollies" and other holiday desserts. We had fireworks, we had Bud beer in cans (for the adults) there were Target T-shirts for the family with great slogans, and there were lots of parties. We had tom decompress with Chester-burgers at the beach, bodysurfing and the occasional game of golf. It's been really rough.
But on the other hand, trying to process all of the paperwork involved in getting married, changing health and life insurance and registering from school is driving me crazy. Maybe I'm just creating artificial stress, but I tell you, it's just as tough to get things done from NY as it was from Wellington. BUT - I'm planning to chain myself to some desks come July 18-19 in DC, so if you're in the area, look out for us! Until then, we're making pina coladas to mask my pain at having to return to work August 1. ;-)