A Good Friday, indeed.

Friday, March 29, 2013


Today is indeed a good Friday for many reasons:


1. There was no traffic on my way into work because everyone is off but me. Flew down the turnpike, flew down the Blue Route -- the Juke was jukin’ it up fo sho! Wish everyday’s commute could be as simple as today. #wakeupPeterPan
2. Today is the start of what I hope to be a great weekend with family and friends. A wedding, a birthday and a holiday this weekend. Wanna talk about some excitement!!! #littlethingsinlife
Sarra and I
3. For all of your religious folk out there, you’re almost there. In just a few days - after a loooong 40 days – you get to eat/drink/smoke/what have you on what you gave up for Lent. As many of you know I’m not religious but I did participate in Lent two years during college with my best friend, Sarra, because I AM great bff. She asked me and I couldn’t help but say yes to those squinty/Asian eyes. Gave up ice cream AND soda. Tough indeed but my body felt great. Should maybe do it again… MAYBE.
4. MORE for all of your religious folk out there: wait no more, as you’re sitting at a restaurant on a Friday night and I am covered in ketchup from my big, juicy cheese burger you can smile and say, ‘oh hell yes, meat is back in my life!’ Eat up friends, BEEF – it’s whats for
dinner!!!
5. Most importantly, TGIF. We made it through another work week, we‘re alive and we’re surrounded by tons of people who love us.

It’s a good Friday, indeed. Is it a good Friday for you? 

Guest Blog Post: Steve Lee takes over the Middle East

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Dinner cruise on the Nile.

As many of you know, I am always looking for guest bloggers to be on my blog. Just the other week I reached out to Steve Lee -- a friend since elementary school -- who I know is currently taking over the Middle East and Asia. He is on an amazing journey right now and I wanted him to share with both myself AND my readers. Thanks so much, Steve, and best of luck!!!!

4:40 A.M., I hear the horns blare Arabic chants across the city, as the first of six prayers commences. I generally snooze till the next prayer, which begins around 6 a.m., and begin my day.
Coloseumm, Rome

Late last year, I accepted a job as a management consultant specializing in restructuring financial institutions in emerging markets. This means I work with banks in high-level strategy to increase growth and productivity while maintaining or lowering costs. Emerging markets would constitute fast growth countries in regions such as the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and South America. People often ask me, “Where are you now Steve”. For those who do not know, I am most likely in Riyadh, the ultra-conservative capital of Saudi Arabia. On my off weeks, I live in London and like to vacation within Europe. My first project is with one of the largest banks in the Middle East. I won’t bore you with the details of my job but further explore my experiences working and living in Saudi Arabia.
Exploring the old country #saudiarabia #ruins 

Like most Middle Eastern countries, Saudi Arabia is a Muslim country. It hosts the two holiest sites of the Islamic religion, Mecca and Medina. Due to the countries religious nature, their laws are based on the holy book Quran, known as Sharia law. Some of the well-known laws of Sharia law include the ban of alcohol, pork, public dancing, cinemas, and gambling. These rules are enforced by the Mutawa aka the Religious Police. Also, there are public beheadings every Friday…yikes. This was a huge culture shock for me! Anyone who knows me, no bacon or beer for long periods of time can be dangerous!
230km into the desert northwest of riyadh we searched and found camels and camped in an oasis
Roma
The biggest culture shock for me was the limited rights for women in this country. Women in Saudi must always be accompanied by a male guardian in public, designated entrances for restaurants and stores, are not allowed to vote, and is the only country in the world where women are not allowed to drive. As my Saudi colleagues put it, “it’s a system created for women to always rely on men”. From most of the men I talked to (I am forbidden to talk to women-- sigh) they feel progress needs to be made, yet they are very protective of their wife and sisters. They feel the guardianship is the best way to make sure the women in their life is safe. But issues such as not being able to vote or drive are something many would like to see changed. It was 30 days until my first interaction with a woman, and that was on the plane heading to London! Only if you saw that interaction, it was a total disaster .
Giza Pyramids

The people in this country are very open and generous people. They love engaging in geopolitical, cultural, and even religious conversations. These conversations are always done with the upmost respect and which is something I admire. I have been invited to many homes and enjoy the cultural experiences Saudi has to offer. It maybe they were just as curious about me. Either way, the perception the media created about the region as a whole couldn’t be further from the truth.

My journey and story does not end there. When I took the job as a management consultant I also joined Bankers without Borders. I wanted to leverage my current location and experience in banking to begin making a small footprint in this world. This is where my true passion lies. Passion is the engine that keeps us going no matter the circumstance. 
Saudi

Bankers without Borders is a Grameen Foundation Initiative which helps the world’s poorest, especially women, improve their lives and escape poverty by helping to provide access to appropriate financial services (small loans and accounts) and new ways to generate income. My role is in the development, deployment, and teaching of financial projections modeling to microfinance institutions that service the poor. What I do for this organization is a very small fraction of the impact it makes in some of the worlds poorest regions. I had the privilege of meeting with a MFI in Egypt to educate them on tools to better run their bank. Egypt is a very poor country with 16 million people living on less than 2 USD a day. Don’t let my beautiful pics of the pyramid fool you! It was a high dosage of reality to walk through the city and see the rapidly worsening conditions in the cramp capital of Egypt. I will continue to work with MFI’s in many countries including a slated visit to Tunisia and Pakistan as long as it remains safe.
London

When I found out my project was in the Middle East, I had no roadmap plan nor do I know where I will end up next. The possibilities are endless and it’s the uncertainty that makes it an enjoyable experience. As the great Joe Dirt once said, “ Life’s a garden, dig it!” I plan to continue to learn new cultures & experiences and grow in many aspects.

To my family and friends back home much love and cant wait to grab a pint and catch up with you all! Cheers and hope to see some of you in Greece or Turkey next month!

The Easter bunny is a creeper

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


Well, the time is almost here for that white furry bastard to come hop into all of our homes, drop off some candy and give us a day where we get to stuff our faces with amazing food – better known as Easter Day. Ok ok, for all my religious readers out there let me pay my respects for the day in which we will be celebrating the resurrection of Christ. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit – Amen.  

Ok, and now back to it.

I can remember being a kid and going to Easter Egg Hunts with my sister and cousins (with Jackie, Missy and myself all wearing the same fluffy dresses and colors.) We would go to our church in Worcester and then head right across the street to the Masonic Lodge where tons of kids would line up for the hunt in hopes of finding the golden egg.  We would then go inside and eat lunch, and then sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap --- a creepy looking costume which reeked of cigarette smoke (I’m surprised we never caught the bunny with his mask off outside chain smoking – for all I know they could have been smoking while they were IN the suit. Lots of room in that big helmet head.)

While the Easter Bunny has not come to my house for many years, he resurrected six years ago with my first nephew, Jack. With his brother, Max, and sister, Quincy, the whole gang now has the Easter bunny come to their home AND MomMom/PopPop’s house. The kids go outside each year and pick up plastic eggs that I lay around the yard that my parents fill with dollar coins. They come inside, count their money and play with their toys.

With any holiday there comes humor. This year’s Easter humor came from Max, my 3 year old nephew. My sister posted this Facebook status a week or so ago and it cracked me up:

My 3 year old is struggling with the concept of the Easter bunny. Some classic questions tonight...
Me and my mini me - Maxie
How does he bring treats if he doesn't have hands?
How does he get in the house? Can't we just leave the baskets outside? We really don't want him in the house right?
What if the cats eat him?
Does he look for his shadow before he hides the eggs?
Why is there a guy that dresses like a bunny at the mall? He doesn't talk.



For being only 3 he brings up some very valid points!!


I end my Easter post with the following photos, finding comfort that thousands of other children had/have to sit on the laps of other chain smoking, creeping looking bunnies. Enjoy!! (PS- Happy early birthday to my big sister, Missy, who will be turning 32 on Easter this year. Love you!!)



  
 
 

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