Thursday, August 29, 2013

fancy gym angst, luna parks, and cheese avoidance
Sweating torrents of icy fear, I went back to meet with Giacomo, my boss, today. He has gone out of his way to be accomodating in finding a trainer for T at minimum cost, and has gone comparison shopping for the kind of balls (insert ball joke here) I need for this season's mat work, and obviously he went so far as to coach various staff members to hug me on sight. I don't know if you've ever been hugged by people who don't really like you, but it is a fast, tight embrace that becomes terrifying only when you see the anger flash behind their eyes as they quickly turn away from you afterwards and shun any further conversation. Even the gym owner shook my hand, but come to think of it, he probably would have kissed anyone else on both cheeks. It still beats a head lock, if you know what I mean. Ricky.

During the meeting, I took out my trusty yellow notebook, which, as you know, is required for all official meetings, and in which I rewrote properly and in Italian. It was with full on dismay that I jotted down the date of the upcoming all staff meeting from nine o'clock until eleven at night and -even worse- the date for the all day "team building" event which will take place on my one day off and will last twelve hours and will take place in an as of yet undisclosed location. When Giacomo talks about surprises what he really means is something horrendous is going to be laid on me at the last minute. Surprise you have scurvy! Surprise you're standing in quick sand! Surprise . . .you get the point. Also tricky micky that he is, the contract that he said would be identical to my last contract is about ten pages longer and completely different. It is for ten months of work without any vacation time and it says that I could have to pay a penalty if I quit ahead of time. My legal advisor (hi there, legal advisor) assures me that it wouldn't be worth it for them to take me in front of a judge in that case and is only meant to scare me. Good times.

Meanwhile T had a lovely day at the pool with her friend Caoimhe and then at the Luna Park together with Giorgia.

The girls just found out that Caoimhe is relocating to Madrid for this school year and so they are spending a lot of time together before school starts.

Is this the same girl who refuses to ride backwards on the train because she gets car sick???:

I had dinner with my loyal friends Alessandra, Monica, and Giada who call themselves Sex and the City, part 2. We went to a restaurant with a rather grim waitress named The Assassin/L'assassino in Viareggio by the sea. Everything had cheese and poppy seeds in it for some reason and I had to have a grim salad in preparation for my re-entry at work on Sunday. They loved the nail decals I brought back for them from London and it was a really nice night, even though I only understood 50% of what was said, if that.

Food made with cheese covered in cheese.



Sorry I forgot to add these vacation photos before now:
Abundant Irish breakfast!

Those are happy faces. . .

This is T pretending to be in an action film. To be clear: the car is not in motion.

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