(Italian) Words of the Day

This could be subtitled ‘Essential words when you come to Italy’.

In this case there are two. Cazzo and Vafanculo. I hear them quite often. They are not such polite words but, it seems, essential to daily life here.

At least in my office. The Commercial Manager, in whose office I reside, came back from a three-day trip yesterday. He normally sprinkles most sentences with the odd cazzo and, very occasionally, the odd vafanculo.

But, yesterday, once Si had left, he needed to find some documentation. He couldn’t find it. I have never heard so many cazzos and vafanculos in all the time I have been here, as I did in two hours yesterday afternoon.

At one point, every other word in the sentence was cazzo. Really, I mean it.

I shouldn’t really take against it so. After all, my language is not squeaky clean, as people who know me will attest to, but, really.

It also seems that, last night, for some very strange reason, he switched round the battery cables on his car resulting in a burn-out of at least one of them. Something to do with his daughter – so maybe he was trying to get her car started. Anyway, he’s not in right now (hurrah) and the damage will, apparently, cost him €500.

It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy!

A heavy weekend; too much to drink; too tired; SLTG

This was started on Monday, but I never finished it, I’m afraid. So:

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You can’t call it procrastination.

No one makes any bloody decisions around here!

Everything is talked about – endlessly.  V is currently very frustrated by the fact that he can sit in a meeting (or many meetings) where people can say ‘yes, I agree with that action, in principle’ but nobody actually says ‘yes, I agree.  Do it’.

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Too late for the visitor, drinking ‘culture’ and violence, sushi, don’t tell the foreigner.

There you go!  I missed my visitor from Oregon.  Checking my stats this morning – they didn’t visit last night.  Oh well, they will probably never know that the post below was really for them.

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C’s visit, Dialogue in the Dark, Flamingos in a private garden, Danes, from camels to Britney Spears, handsome new boyfriend (I already have mine) and a couple of rants and clowney.

I wouldn’t call this post ‘news’, since that implies something amazing.  A round-up of events is probably a better description.  And it’s long because it includes a rant, so, sorry about that in advance.

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Current status: dipendente; plus amusing tales of cutting off tongues in Milan

Yes, it really is some big deal here – to be employed with a contract with no fixed end date!  So, here I am, a properly employed (dipendente) person.  I was also told, yesterday, that I was a level 7 employee which, so I am told, is the highest level.  However, this being the country that it is, I now have a clocking in card!  This is the first time that I have ever had one of these and I am sure I shall forget to use it many times.  We’ll have to see how important that is.  But we are in Italy, where rules and red tape are so important.

In the meantime, it would seem that we are about to also congratulate V for getting the same status where he is working.  He should know by the end of the day.

On another subject, however, whilst surfing the internet for something (I forget what, exactly) yesterday, I found a story that really caught my eye.  You can see one of the examples here.

What really makes the whole thing much more fun is the way that this has been reported.  One wonders who started the whole thing by adding ‘off’ to ‘cutting’ and I think it would be fun to have traced the explosion from that one source.

Of course, the idea that a substitute teacher should cut a child’s tongue is bad enough, but the thought that the same teacher had cut off the child’s tongue has a whole new meaning.  I found myself laughing at this.  The reason was simply because the thread on a forum that I found (but, alas, today I cannot find it), started with the same premise that they had picked from somewhere else (i.e. that the teacher had cut off the tongue), but as the thread went on people realised that this could not be so, otherwise it would have had a much bigger impact rather than the reprimand or sacking that seems to have taken place.

I just wish I could find the thread for you.

However, the point is that, my general distrust of the media (and by that I mean newspapers, radio and television), which many of you may know about, as I was the subject of such mis-reporting some years ago, gathers apace.  Although in most reports you see that it is correctly (well, I assume correctly) reported that the teacher only cut the child’s tongue, the initial finds yesterday were all reporting cut off rather than cut.

Of course it came from Milan and it may have been an Italian’s enthusiasm for using English phrasal verbs that was at fault, but from the report above, you can see that it did spread around the world quite fast.  I probably cannot find the thread now because it has been, subsequently, corrected.

In all events, I prefer the cutting off of the tongue as that gives a much more vivid picture of life in a Milanese classroom!  No wonder that the boy now runs away whenever he sees someone holding a pair of scissors!  And I do love the idea that the teacher can claim that the whole thing was ‘an accident’.

Work, work, work!

Well, my contract ends in two and a half days.  This means that, technically, I am out of work and have no money coming in.  I have to admit that these last two months have been more difficult, especially the last three weeks.  I know what it is.  Part of it is the fact that January and February have got to be the worst months in the calendar, so depressing and grey.  The other factor is work.

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