Awww!

Yesterday was my one month anniversary of my internship-UN-Italian-life and there were no fireworks let off, parties held or speeches given. I would have settled for a normal bloody Tuesday really, but instead my body decided to throw me a coming-down-with-a-cold-fest. I should have known something was up on Monday when I couldn’t stop freezing.. So now my throat hurts and my head is heavy and my eyes ache. And if my current physical shape wasn’t enough to get me down I’m presently stuck doing the most tedious task imaginable at work, checking 689749128740104 ‘output indicators’ in a spreadsheet. Trust me on this one, you don’t want to know.

But I had a lovely weekend though, one that was, and do I need to point this out, without any activities that leave you weak and prone to viruses the week after. I did not deserve this, that’s all I’m trying to say. I fell into bed yesterday after work and felt sorry for myself, eating ice cream that was delicious for one minute then too rich and too sweet for ten. Urgh.

Anyway moreover nonetheless, I thought you all would like to get acquainted with the leading characters in this reality blog-show that is my life. As you know I live with an Aussie, C. She’s nice, a bit much at times but then again who isn’t? She sings in the morning, is obsessed with her health and is always out and about, leaving me home alone to enjoy the peace and quiet (and the shower). At work I sit in the same office as my supervisor, M. He’s Danish, and really tall. I call him the Great Dane (buut not to his face). M is young, very good at his job, obsessed with his health and in general a succesful bloke. Directly behind my desk sits F, a quiet Italian (the only one I’ve met) who never makes a fuss. Also in the office is J, a juvenile American who is obsessed with beer. We of course hit it off right away since I’m outgoing and has the tendency to never shut up, something he can relate to.

In the same departement but a couple of doors down the hallway you find among others S, my Swedish colleague (who I lived with the first week), C (my flatmate), and a Canadian and a Brit who never ever smile, a very very French Madame and an Italian secretary who never does a lick of work. That’s the motley crew I see everyday at WFP – but no workday is complete without coffee breaks or lunches. That’s when I team up with the gallant M (the Canadian fellow who helped me find my bloody fusebox when the lights were out) and the rough C (a very rude but funny American obsessed with working out and, well, smoking weed).

That’s the cast of the show.

Oh I almost forgot to mention my morning co-stars! Every morning I see my fruit and veg vendors, Italian guy 1 (who winks at me) and Italian guy 2 (who smokes when picking out my fruit du jour). They never hurry and never cease to speak Italian with me even though they know that C and I are hurrying to catch the train to work and that I don’t understand a word they’re saying. God bless them really. Seems that all the vitamines in the fruit they sell me are ineffective against this cold huh?

Oh yeah, two more lightbulbs have gone pffft! at home so now C and I basically get by by candle light. We need a ladder to change the bulbs!

Ciao