Rebecca Lee Bauman

 

Hello all!  I have finally updated this web page!  No more housemates from ages ago, 50% more silly babbling, and 100% more up-to-date information on my whereabouts!!!

 

 If you didn't know, I am currently in Los Angeles, California, where I have had the privilege of spotting stars such as Arnold Swarzenegger!  The following are some random pictures that I selected to try and show what I do with my free time (and even a few that show what my work environment is like). 

 

Jean-Luc is a very intense frisbee-thrower.

 

 

This is Arnie threatening to kill my boss Olivier.  (Ok, not really).

 

See the violence inherent in the system!!!!! (Friedrich and I fighting over a football – he's being repressed)

 

 

Jessica – before dessert                     And after

 

 

Luciana (Brazil), Brian (South Africa), Fred (Swiss/Equador), and Jean-Luc (Swiss) are very hard workers!!

 

Everyone together!  (From left to right: Brian, Jost, Me, Antje, Jean-Luc, Renata, Olivier, Marcus-the-Swedish-chef in front) and we brought Arnie along as a chaperon (to make sure we behave ourselves).

 

The saga continues:  Nadim's brother (I forget), Me, Marcus, Fred, Brian, Alice, Thachasha (Thailand), Mathias (the international playboy – but he's German), Mitié (Brazil), Nadim, Luciana, and Johann (yet another Swedish chef??)

 

Here we are at a barbecue in the Oakwood apartments complex, where most of us live.  What fun!

 

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22 October 2005 

Ah ha, here I am again. If you want to see what I’ve really been up to lately, go to http://badbecky.buzznet.com I find it much easier to post there. You do have to sign up, but it’s totally free, and a very fun site.

 

26 April 2004

I know I am very bad for not writing more, and more often, but what can you do?  Come give me a spanking if you don't like it.  Please?

 

12 January 2004

 

Did I ever mention just how very much I like blue eyes?  Note from 22 Oct, 2005: Since this comment has been somewhat held against me on a few different occasions, allow me to say that I like all eye colors. I have particularly fond memories of a person who had “beer bottle” (clear brown? Hazel?) eyes, waaaay back in eighth grade. If I’m still talking about them now, then obviously I thought they were purty. :-P - Rebecca

 

11 January 2004

 

Don’t ask me what this means, it just makes me think about beginnings and endings.

 

Passing Time

Maya Angelou

 

Your skin like dawn

Mine like dusk.

 

One paints the beginning

Of a certain end.

 

The other, the end of a

Sure beginning.

 

5 January 2004

 

Ok, so we have some additions to our ever-widening vocaubulary, my holiday was very educational!!!

 

How to say that you’re DRUNK:

You are:

Twattered

Off your tits

Off your trolley (also means you’re crazy)

Off your nut

All over the shop

Sozzled

Mullered

Bladdered

Steaming

Brolleyed

Minced

 

How to say you’re going to the toilet:

I’m going to drop the kids off at the pool

I’m going to lay a cable

See a man about a dog

 

Last but not least, more soon-to-be famous quotes!!!

 

“ROCK AND ROLL!!!” dooosh –Me, just before falling on my face

“It’s not that bad.” doosh–Nadine, just before falling on HER face

“Nadine is here!” –Mark

“Do some crazy shit!” –Mark

“I spunked myself.” –Rachel

“Gonna vom…” –Rachel (hung over)

“Sweet cheeks!”  -Me

 

3 January 2004

 

Yup, it’s the New Year!  I randomly decided to go to Meribel in France with a group of Brits (although Gareth is Welsh) to snowboard for a few days.  Rachel, Nadine, and Mark were the others present.  Rachel lives in Oxford, but her parents are living in Geneva. Nadine is actually from Tazmania!  And Mark is from Worcester, but now living near me in Lausanne, and working in the lab upstairs from mine, which is how I know him. I’ve been having a blast learning new English vocabulary, who knew there were so many words I’d never heard before?  My favorite, for the moment, is fudgepacker.  Don’t ask, I thought it had something to do with chocolate.  I’ve also learned “mincer” (someone who wastes time pansying around), and many others.  There were some exceptional quotes during the trip; which I feel the need to share:

 

“I quite like Pussy” – Nadine, talking about a french village

“It feels like one big prick.” –Rachel to Gareth

“I think it just needs one good yank.”  -Me

“I like dick.” –Mark

“We’re the Pussy Possy!!” –all of us

 

Finally, a contribution for snowboarders everywhere:

 

The Snowboarder’s Prayer

By Rebecca and Gareth

 

Our Snowboard, who art on the slopes

Hallowed be thy wax.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

On powder as it is on ice.

Give us this day our daily air

And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those who cut across our path

Lead us not into moguls

But deliver us from injuries

For the moutains, the powder, and the glory are yours

Now and forever,

AMEN!!!!

 

By the way, I’m proud of myself:  I’ve been starting to do some jumps, I land them no problem, although I don’t go very high quite yet, no more than, say, 20 cm or so.  But I still land them clean almost every time, and height will come with practice!!  My next goal is a grab! 

 

30 December 2003

 

Well, it’s nearly New Year’s.  It’s been a strange last few months, mainly marked by a most elevated level of nuttiness on my part.  I mean, I’m usually a bit crackers, but lately I’ve estimated that in order to drive me any crazier, you’d have to put the car in reverse, as Heather, a friend from high school, used to say. 

 

In some ways I’m fighting it, trying to get back on an even keel and all that, and in others, I just gave up all hope of ever becoming anything resembling a normal human being. 

 

I got the job at Nestlé.  Strangely, I flash from ecstatically happy to enormously depressed about that.  Fortunately, I’m ecstatically happy 90% of the time.  The depressed comes when I think that perhaps the price I’m paying for such a great job is a bit higher than I would’ve really liked to pay.  I sometimes wonder if Sylvain’s grumpiness over my salary wasn’t him trying to talk me out of taking the job, in his strange way.  Yet another friend with communication issues, I’d say.  Yet another friend about whom I have no idea what to think, too.  I have WAY too many of those.  We got in a weird fight the other week, following the bit where he griped about my salary, where I didn’t fully understand what was going on in the conversation, and haven’t seen him since.  Although we never saw much of each other, I still kind of miss him.  Silly menfolk always manage to make things complicated, eh?

 

Anyway, most of this is pre-leaving stress for me.  I always get stressed about leaving until I’m actually on the plane and going.  Then, everything’s fine.  And I do love to travel. 

 

I have an appartment, too, yay!  Isabelle and I went to look at an apartment by the Maladière last week, and both loved it.  The girl wants someone for the 1^st of February, which is perfect for me since I start work the 15^th.  Then I’ll be in training a few weeks.  It’s EXACTLY what I wanted:  not too far from the station, I can afford it all by myself even if Isabelle decides to leave, and QUIET.  J  I so happy!

 

4 December 2003

 

I’m gonna get in trouble.  I have given out the address for this web site a few too many times!!! 

 

It’s amazing the lies people will tell just to avoid work.  I just had to sit there and PROVE what I was saying about a problem I’ve been having with a new system they just installed in order to get them to fix it.  No, I really CAN’T do any work.  Yes, you really DO have to get off your ass and do something about it.  No, I CAN’T do your job for you.  Goddammit.  Can’t wait until the day when I will have the power to kick some ass.

 

Interviews with Nestlé seem to have gone well, but I suppose I’ll find out soon enough, they said that they will contact us by the end of the week at the latest. 

 

1 December 2003

 

Oh my, what to write?  Well, let’s just say this:  I have gone through ups and downs of extreme violence.  I am running like a madwoman attempting to complete my Master’s thesis, as well as going to job interviews (Nestlé, Philip Morris, and British American Tobacco so far).  For awhile I was having some conflict with my housemates over housekeeping issues, but when my eyes turned red and my head started spinning in a counterclockwise direction, with my forked tongue whipping around, they gave in.  J  Sometimes being evil is good.

 

Since my last diary entry talks about my love life, I will merely say this:  No comment!  I’ve lately observed that talking about my love life generally finds a way to fuck things up.  So I’m not going to do it anymore.  Discretion has the advantage that at least if you get burned, you can lick your wounds in private and not have people asking you “So what’s up with so-and-so?”

 

Got enough people asking me questions like that as it is, without my needing to say anything to them!!!  (Yes, Martin, I’m talking about you!!)

 

It’s fun, wrapping yourself in mystery.

 

On a general level, I had a long talk with my brother’s sponsor, Andy.  It was interesting, because he has come to the conclusion that marriage is a really overrated thing, and that it’s not necessarily a healthy thing to expect two people to only sleep with each other for the rest of their lives.  As with many things, I’m an agnostic on the subject.  I think that marriage, like most things, is good for some, and bad for others.  Now I have to determine if it’s likely to be good for me.  Well, it’s not a burning issue, but definitely something to keep in mind for a rainy day, when I’m really really really really bored.

 

Sorry, I’ve deleted the older entries.  They weren’t relevant anymore, so there!!!