Monday, October 27, 2008

the land of fresh fruits and gaining fifty pounds.

so this weekend consisted of eating, eating, working, eating, and more working. welcome to brazil. it started with friday working until 9:30pm. then going to the most amazing french bistro with fantastic quiche, amazing wine, and the cutest decor. it was in an old house. i tried escargot. looked disgusting, tasted amazing.

finally had time for some sun. only an hour but enough for some color and hideous sunglass lines. this is our pool at the apartment.

we live waaaay up there:

then we went to mercado. famous for their fresh fruits which they are over eager to let you try and mortadella sandwiches.

the sandwich: [mortadella is a brazillian ham which is more like bologna.]

the market had hanging olive oils, spices, meats, cheeses. the whole works. if we lived closer i would definitely by fresh every day.

























saturday night we went to a jazz bar called 'teta' which coincedentally means 'tit' in portuguese. the live music was amazing but the best part was the new waitress who thought you filled wine glasses this full. yeah..we had a few of those.

sunday was devoted to the most amazing lunch ever at an italian restaraunt called 'massimo' thanks to a few family friends of nicole. it was exactly what we needed. then we went the rest of the day working at our new office, suplicy. a little italian [what is it with us and italian place while being in brazil?] most importantly they have free wireless, which is a huge plus when youre three girls sharing one internet cord.

plus they put hearts in my caffe latte.
here's so a new week of eating and working. maybe at some point we'll get away to the beach for a weekend, if our swimsuits still fit.

Friday, October 24, 2008

wassup 2008.


working hard in brazil. playing harder.



so we're coming to find that people work for 12 hours then party for 12 hours. just to show up, refreshed. i've always had pride in my irish and native american decent [ie engineered to be an alcoholic] but i shamefully admit, i can't keep up. we're sitting at work and the 'kids table' is hating their lives while everyone else who drank as much or more, is going about their business being productive.

at a samba bar. the live samba band.

how the end of the night looks.

if anybody needs me today, i'll be at the water cooler.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

the making of...

...an ass [for pg viewers 'butt'] piñata. for friday distraction, we whipped up this little concoction. funny thing, everyone in the office said it was a dream come true. they had seen it in movies but they don't have piñatas in brazil. it was definitely a good time.
obviously piñata making can't get in the way of drinking wine:

ta da. complete with a purple brazillian thong.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

the weekend and coke pitch.


probably one of the best things about såo paulo is the people who work at the agency. friday night was a party for a few people at the office's birthday. ogilvy definitely believes in working hard and playing harder.



speaking of hard work. nicole and i's first project when we got here was working on a coca cola pitch for the US hispanic market.
we got a call from atlanta today: WE GOT THE ACCOUNT! this is huge for the agency. especially after the news last week that they scored the burger king account. [which meant whoppers for the entire agency.]ogilvy definitely has it's perks. fingers crossed for an endless supply of coca cola tomorrow.

new briefs in the work: orient xgame watches, and mattel Myscene dolls [very good friends of barbie, incase you didnt know.]

Thursday, October 16, 2008

death by caffiene.

every knows i'm an addict. but a website has brought to light just how much of an addict i am.

It would take 107.93 cups of Brewed Coffee to put you down.
You could drink 257.83 cans of Diet Coke before croaking.

that is exactly how much of my addictions it would take to kill me. now i know. so i won't overdose.

a few cultural observations.

so obviously being in brazil a few things are different culturally and this morning, because i'm avoiding work, i feel they deserve mention. first and foremost, you don't flush toilet paper. none. you throw it in the trash beside the toilet and it's taken out various times throughout the day.

second, maids or housekeepers are very common here. most houses even have a room built in for them and it's not included in the bedroom count. i have to say not only is it saving the marriage between roommates, but i'm becoming spoiled. we leave in a rush in the morning with 500 dishes in the sink, comforters thrown everyone, stuff all over the floor. and when we return after a twelve hour work day, dishes are done, beds made, entire house picked up and organized. i may have to live in south america for the rest of my life based purely on this fact. when i go home for christmas i'm going to be very upset, when i come home and my stepmom hasn't made my bed.

if you are a carnivore, you will love the cultural difference of meat, meat, and meat. meat is the primary food of choice. usually grilled and all you can eat. all you can eat buffets are huge here. that or you pay by the kilo. while place exist where you just go and order, 'rodizo' [where they come to your table with endless meats] and buffet are the norm. breakfast is usually small here, with a cafe com leite [coffee and milk] and a pastry. lunch is the main meal of the day. at the office we get a two hour lunch, usually taken at the mall thanks to a bus provided by the agency. an hour to eat and an hour to shop. i think i'm in heaven. lunch is also the biggest meal of the day. you can forget just eating a sandwich. then they have a light dinner usually around 9pm. we thought our eating schedules were totally thrown off when we first got here, until we realized it was the culture. also, noone eats anything with their hands. if they do, they wrap it in a napkin.

you might as well drink beer because its cheaper than water. here you don't drink the tap water, so you order agua com or sem gas. flat or bubbly. a cerveja, will run you just as much. here a beer from the tap is called a 'chopp.' it's super fresh and the best kinda. it comes in light and dark. there is bottled beer too, but its very different for some reason. they tried to explain to us why, something about freezing then unfreezing. i just said, ill stick with the chopp. and some helpful information to know: 'cheapest beer' is cerveja mais barata.

speaking of beer, the club format is a little different here. when you go in they take your name and give you a card. then when you go to the bar to order a drink, they put it on your number. you pay everything at the end when you leave. this is a good thing and a bad thing. to them, its more convienent not to have to pay everytime. to an american girl who only takes so much money to control her drinking, not such a good thing. you even pay the cover at the end.

the biggest cultural difference: everyone is nice. and i'm not just saying that. everyone here is so nice and tolerant if you don't know the language. not just at the agency, but everywhere. i was at the mall trying to buy a pillow case and i told the lady i didnt know portuguese, a line you will soon learn to say, and she used the point and act method to explain everything. then took me to the register with twelve pillow cases and rang them all in so i could see the prices instead of trying to understand her. people are just nice for the sake of being nice. i think that has been the biggest culture shock of all so far.

Monday, October 13, 2008

our first week as davids.

we survived the first week. let me just say, if you want real world experience, ogilvy såo paulo is the place to go. since the moment we stepped foot in this office last monday, we've been treated as equals and given real work to do. not just bitch work and getting coffee. but the hard work is definitely mixed with play time. like samba lessons in the office:

we've come to learn that ogilvy is fueled by two things: coffee [cafezinho] and tequila.

[note the lollipop. we are still the kid's table]

we've done everything this week from family photos:

































to eating ice cream in ibirapuera park.

it's been stressful and amazing but every night we get to go home to this view from our balcony.

hellooo sao paulo. we're ready for week 2.

Friday, October 10, 2008

new kids on the ogilvy block.

meet the new davids. [as they call us at work]

the creative kid's table.


so at the agency, the desk where the four of us sit is officially called 'the kid's table.' im going to do my best to keep up with this blog so everyone knows what's going on, but things are crazy busy already and its only the first week. so, we have to keep up a blog for the internship. so if you want check that out. it's called the kid's table.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Monday, October 6, 2008

first day.

first day at ogilvy. all the kiddies are dressed in their new outfits sitting in our flat waiting for the bus to pick us up. ie some dude from work. let the madness begin.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

welcome to the cat house.

we are officially in brazil. and our flat is officially dubbed, the cat house. it could be that three girls live here, but no no. thats not it. its because of these.the stairs to the upstairs loft and outside patio where jessy and i are living.

so far so good. the language barrier is larger than i thought it would be but luckily we have nicole who has been learning for awhile. but ive learned the basics: hello [oi], goodbye [chau] and beer [cerveja]. beer is very abundant here and they drink it ice cold. people were having beer yesterday when we went to breakfast.

we still aren't quite settled in. we need a few odds in ends like a coffee pot [obviously crucial] and a few groceries. luckily they have walmarts in brazil. phew.

then last night, for our first night in brazil. we went to 'london station' where there was an american cover band and everything was in english. except for everyone speaking, including the bartenders. luckily after you order the first one you can just put the bottle up and they get you another one.

the set up of clubs is very different here. when you walk in you get a credit card with your number and name. then you pay the cover and your bar tab at the end. even if youre paying with cash. its a crazy system.

we still have so much to figure out and learn. but we're getting there. tomorrow is the first day at the agency, and we can't wait.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

en route.

well i'm sitting in baltimore airport waiting for my connection to jfk where i'll fly straight to sao paulo. this is my first international adventure and i'm doing it alone. go big or go home right? after being 6lbs over on one bag, smashing my toe, going into the wrong security line, i'm finally sitting at the gate. other than that it's been smooth sailing thus far. then again. i haven't gotten on any planes yet. after a two hour layover in new york ill be brazil bound. its an over night flight so after a few glasses of wine, or ten, i should be set. sorry to the person sitting in the aisle seat, i will apologize in advance for thirteen hundred trips to the bathroom. ive never been on a plane for longer than 3hours and if this is anything like a car ride, my 12hr flight should lend itself to at least six bathroom trips. and thats without alcohol. my real concern is customs. i dont know why but im scared to death. not to mention i'm sure the police will be there ready to aprehend me for the syringe in my suitcase [my birth control] but a syringe none the less. then let the free for all begin. rumor has it we already have a brief they want us on. we have to go straight to the agency to get the keys to our apartment, [thank goodness we finally have an apartment] and to talk about the first assignment. all after i find jessy and nicole in the airport without phones. what did people do before cellphones? i guess we're about to find out. either way, i can't wait. i can't wait to get there. i can't wait to start. i can't wait to speak portuguese. i can't wait to meet some hot brazilian men. i can't wait to stick out like a sore thumb. i can't wait for everything. it's going to be amazing.