Name: Jean-Michel Vigo
Location: Nice, France
Occupation: Civil servant
- 3 special pocket books
- 3 Pleiade (Rimbaud, Shakespeare, Dostoievski)
- Essais de Montaigne, volume 3 (Edition 1935)
- Série Noire
- Audrey’s album
- Score : Violin Concerto BWV 1041, J.S. Bach
- Goldberg variations by Glenn Gould (1981 recording)
- Letters and postcards I received
- My moleskine and diary on paperbooks
- PC Backup
- A very small seashell
- USB flash drive (work)
- My 2nd Nikon (first is broken)
- Wallet (ID, voter registration card, driver licence…)
- The carpet
85 year old Rich Spanish Duchess marries for the third time!
Maria del Rosario Cayetana Alfonsa Victoria Eugenia Francisca Fitz-James Stuart y de Silva (that is her whole name), a Spanish duchess is worth from euro600 million ($800 million) to euro3.5 billion ($4.7 billion). She married a civil servant 25 years her junior on Wednesday, ruffling her children’s feathers and celebrating by kicking off her shoes and dancing flamenco.What if this were your grandma or mother? What would you have to say to her?
Today, in the weather
The sun fell away into showers. The moment held, saturated, warm, when the hills faded to brown before white, blue, gray clouds swallowing the horizon, the field, everything but a few meters of road.
Two hours later all the light returned, the clouds raced ahead of the wind, shadows spinning a rolling line against the field below. Brighter Brighter the light became so every grass stem glistened white, glistened gold.
Today is a day I’d rather forget. I was exasperated at a few people. Watched two rather blah films and lost my patience a few times but did not throw a bitchfit.
I cannot understand why some civil servants are so by-the-book. A is A and A can never be B. I was shouted at by this insane woman from the comms department when I went up to 16th floor to ask about the free tickets for Screen Singapore for a colleague who is not in the office. Face it, we are part-timers. We have freelance jobs outside. We are not in the office every single day. Ticket distribution day was last Friday you see.
Turns out the woman I was looking for is not at her desk today so I asked the colleagues seated around her if anyone in her department were given the tickets for distribution. This is a valid and logical question to me yet her colleague looked at me like I was insane for asking for tickets for a screening that was happening TONIGHT. She looked like she wanted to taichi responsibility as soon as possible and be rid of me, the intruder of her peace and tranquil Monday afternoon.
Woman: TO NIGHT?!
Woman: Masterclass?! Screening?! What Screen Singapore?!
Me: Nods calmly. Yes, Screen Singapore. Looks at Malay colleague instead who was calmer and looking up contact info on her PC. (In my head tho: Why are you shouting at me with that accusatory tone, woman? What the fuck are you on about? Why is it insane to be asking for tonight’s tickets? There are a few hours left before the screening which is at 7.30pm. It’s only 5pm now.)
I kept a calm composure while her Malay colleague looked up the mobile number (gahmen-issued mind you) of the lady I was looking for and wrote it on her post-it note. I said thank you to minah and walked away. Gave the numbers to my colleague but she said she decided not to attend the screening anyway. Geez. Wild goose chase.