Maurette's Adventures

Ever had a stranger just sit next to you at the customer service desk? Imagine you're at the bank handling your private information, talking about all the money you don't have, how they can increase your overdraft or even about all the money you have and want to spend. You got some rapport going with the bank lady ... y'all are laughing and joking. You know you got it in the bag. And then ... out of nowhere someone sits down next to you. A total stranger. She sits down, roots around in her bag and pulls out a notebook and start making her grocery list. What the F***! That is exactly what happened to me. Granted I was not at the bank; I was at the phone company talking about my new phone connection when this woman walks up and sits next to me. I looked at her and looked at the customer service lady. She looked at me, looked at the lady and looked back. I shook my head: I don't know this woman. Will you believe me when I tell you she was genuinely surprised that she w...

The same rain that made us cancel my nephews birthday, kept Miss SGLIW at home. If you are wondering what SGLIW stand for: Super GoodLooking and Intelligent Woman. Yes y'all they exist. There I was sitting at home, staring at the clock. To go or not go ... what to do? And if I go, who to go with? Miss SGLIW was rained in. I tried my cousin but he was still elbow deep in food preparations for Youth Explosion. Then it hit me: in times of need, who can you always count on? No people, not superman or spiderman. Family! Always there. So I called my aunt. The one who wants to learn how to ride a Harley Davidson. We got there at 10:45. I could hear Shaggy wondering if God is a woman. Why he wonders I don't know as I am convinced that God is a woman on the simpel account of why would a man make such weak images of himself? If I was going to create a me, why would I create idiots? Anyway, I digress. The concert was fantastic! The guy standing in front of me kept looking back at th...

I made the papers. Not once ... but twice! Yes y'all, my name and picture are in the newspapers and I didn't even have to commit a crime for it. All I had to do is my job. First article was all about the upcoming Census and our cooperation with the marking bureau. http://www.thedailyherald.com/islands/1-islands-news/10071-department-of-statistics-prepares-for-census-2011.html When I woke up that morning I ddin't realize I was going to be in the picture. I thought it was going to be just my Department Head but no! There I was in my bright pink shirt. Later that week we did the trainings for the Pilot Census and Bam! there I am again. http://www.thedailyherald.com/islands/1-islands-news/10214-statistics-dept-holds-final-training-for-pilot-census.html (Un)fortunately the picture is only in the papers and not on the internet. And just now, I am sitting at my desk waiting for the radio people to interview me. People here like my 'british' accent so should I thi...

My week had been a constant running. The training for the Pilot Census was on its way and I needed to take care of every single details and also prepare myself for actually giving 30 people a thorough traning before they go out in the field. You can imagine how happy I was to hear about the long weekend coming up ... that is until I realized it was Youth Explosion Weekend and that menat my mothers place was going to be the center of activities. And yes, you guessed right! I will find myself engaged in some type of Youth Explosion task force. Besides my nephews birthday was on saturday and his was going to be a big one. Let's see if you are going to be as exhausted as I am after reading my lsit of activities: Thursday Night: - make 36 games of kwartet and wrap them with ribbons. I was half way through when I was told I needed to add the instructions as well. - Go to bed at 1.30 AM Friday: - leave the house at 8:00 - go to Bank A - go to Bank B - go buy cooking gas - get gr...

My head is still reeling from the weekend I just had. I have so much to tell you guys that I know I can;t do it in one post so you are going to get multiple. Today we are going to disect surprises gone wrong. When I turned on my computer wednesday morning, I got the most bestest email ever. Thursday the 11th of november was St. Maarten day. Friday was supposed to be a normal work day but the good people of the isalnd government decided to give government workers the day of on friday. Well, people normally I would jump a mile high but this time I knew it only meant more work for me. See, the pilot census is from 13th to 21st so someone has to take care of the weekend calls and that person can only be me. While everyone was busy making weekend plans, I just sat there doing my thing. Until a little devil whispered in my ear: there is something like call frowarding. Does it really make a difference if you are physically on the island? Slowly my face lit up with a great big smile. I pic...

Remember how I used to bitch about the public transportation system and most importnatly the loosers that feel they needed to talk to me? Remember when I had a story every couple of days about some sick dude who insisted they needed to talk to me? Remember when I thought the guy asking me to punch him the mouth was weird? Will you believe I miss all those guys? I miss these stories. When you are driving people don't talk to you anymore. I miss that. I miss my weird stories! Anyway, tonight I am going to swing dance classes. Yes, I am going to start again. It will be the first time in awhile and I hope I like it. The interesting thing will be that I don't have any shoes. I don't have any dancing shoes as my boxes are still in London. I am still recycling the few clothes I have brought with me. From the initial batch I have lost my black pair of trousers to a mysterious hole and my favorite olive shirt to paint. Oh! Maybe that is why people don't talk to me anymore. ...