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  • (Aka Work ennobles the man)

    First day of work, we all knew it was on the way. Especially me who frankly knew almost nothing of what the job would require me to do, and this particular side of the moon was freaking me out a bit. I mean, it’s not the first time I do something without absolutely knowing what to do, see the microwave accident, but this time it was about work and even if you may think differently I do care about acting properly. So I suited up and closed my mouth for a day.

    I wanted to do what we call “bella figura”. I also know that “bella figura” in Texas means something different, and I’ve learned this while I was working at the US Embassy in Rome: apparently, for people who came from Texas, the “bella figura” means the attitude and the swag typical of Italian people, the wait the dress, they behave and even how they walk, dress to impress and to excess, they said. Not bad for people who ride horses in 2012 and wear boots. Sometimes also red boots. And that strange lace around the neck that ends with the head of a cow instead of ties. I wouldn’t be surprised to see somebody dressed like that nowadays.

    Anyway as I said in other posts I came really early, I was pretty excited and nervous, you know first day, I have to stay six months and I don’t want to be stuck in a place I hate for such a long time. That’s my concern, who will I find? Will I speak English properly? Who the hell is cooking Indian food in the office at 10 am? I just got in, this amazing skyscraper in Midtown, the central part of New York City, instead of the main most famous building which was restructuring on First Avenue. Wonderful. As I got there I tried to call my boss in the hall, and then a man came to me and asked if I needed help: I just answered with the voice a baby has when he gets lost inside of a supermarket and said “it’s my first daaaaay”.

    The man was my boss, luckily this time, and made me obtain my daily pass to the building, in order to reach my rainbow cubicle in my office. Here I am, ready to solve world problems once for all, back off Peace Corps we don’t need you anymore. The problem is I didn’t have a pc ready by then so I had to wait the IT guys to fix it, together with my mail account, and still I didn’t know what my real work was about. Pretty challenging like this, uh? My boss explained me almost everything I had to do, he is a nice guy like most of the people in my office, a friend environment I have to say, and I do appreciate this. I even had the change to have a comic speech in front of my whole office two weeks later I got here, clearly stating in front of everybody that the spot of the village idiot was taken.

    I also met Mr. A here, he was the first one I met, a really kind person you should meet if you ever decide to be an Intern at UN, he knows everybody, he sees everything. And I also met some people that became my friend now, but I am actually sad as I am the one who came for last, and I will see them all coming back to their countries during these six months. It’s a shame, but I hope we are going to meet again. Maybe in Mr. A mansion in Malibu. Because you don’t know Mr. A, but will love him.
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