story published on the Fund http://www.mirorenzaglia.org/ 11 October 2010.
For the first time I did not find an image suitable.
"Ah! Directed ', brought a record is ...' n'artra graduated! "
"Come, let me see."
quick look, bet on what matters most. "Dear, I'm sorry: could you close the door and leave me alone. It seems interesting to this curriculum, I read it calmly. "
"Ok, direct ','
What a beautiful picture I think. Floriana, was born in Formia, Latina Province but lived in Rome. She graduated with honors and is one hundred and ten to the three-year degree. Art history. Internship of one year in Bilbao, and then fluent in English. In the summer he also worked in a pub in Dublin, as well as baby-sitter in Brazil. What dedication! Truly a brilliant girl. I think I'll call for a personal interview. I love the interviews, especially with these young graduates. After all have more or less my age. I watch them get there, are all excited. Their degree, their efforts, the culture that believe they have no longer count. I like it, because I think in Floriana, for example, five or six years in a room paid for by parents, five or six years to graduate with better grades. I imagine, in his bed, he thought to realize his dreams. And most of all thought "is not gonna work ever in a call center, I will never do the job." Instead here it to bring a resume in a fast food restaurant. What is the best time. This is the meaning of my life. They sit in front of me, and I try to be less formal as possible. I try to make them understand that although this is a fast food, although this is proof that your degree, Cara Floriana, probably no use at all, despite all this, I am one like you! It is not true what they say, that the bosses are not like others. No, it is true that you have no hope! When I meet guys like that, obviously I can not fail to hire them. Especially if I discover that maybe they decided to start working because they want to be independent, because "I feel like a big baby." I admire them. I admire them because in this country are a bunch of heroes. I understand that may seem like a hypocritical speech My: I am the owner of several clubs, and virtually did nothing to make this my "little empire". I was born into a billionaire family, I attended the best private schools and universities and then ... here I am. I envy them. Why are these young people have decided to take over their lives, despite the enormous difficulties that are there. That are still evident. Above all, we are challenged, challenged even get into fights with their pride. Because I assume Floriana: assume the contract with the lowest possible, do not pay the disease, the talk of the holiday as a gift that I concede and not as a right. You believe that I did not realize that this is a horrible system? A system where only people like me win. Of this thing I regret. Ultimately, however, this state should make a monument to people like me, people like my family to allow this class of frustrated young people who see their efforts fade away, well, we still give them a future. A future as operators in a fast food restaurant, or in a call center or as trainees in an appliance store. Returning to assume the Floriana. Make sandwiches in a hot kitchen. Anoint his hands. Will have to change the bin without gloves. Things happen, of course there are worst job in the world. Always better than making the worker and die as a scaffold. But she will be angry. Be angry because he knows that I'm rubbing, scrubbing that this system is that those around you are probably rubbing. So lose the smile that beautiful smile that first interview determined: the vitality of a young woman who thought "I'll make it, although I do not like this job is only for this moment." Instead Floriana will remain here for two years with his contract. I imagine the moment when the stars to expire: the anxiety of the rent each month, which had now become greater. This work has become so hated that the most important thing for her life. A contract at permanent place of Renoir. The same launch for Paul, Pierfrancesco and Silvia: a renewal instead of all their books. Floriana anger will disappear, it will fade with time. The anger will disappear. My envy, to live a real life, no one, will never go away. But I'm not certain class. I do not take only graduates: here with me, in my small and cozy and not companies are graduates, Italian and otherwise. Also with them is the same, some facet makes different situations. The important thing is to recognize something in me. I like when I pass by. I hate it. My view makes them feel bad. They know my story, they know that it's all fake. That does not work. Listening to the perceptions of their hatred of their shoes, despite the heavy summer with fire access, And I walk with my moccasins and my shirt linda. I do not sweat. I do not work. I do not imbalance. I'm still here. They move, move, move. The world is moving, but we are still. We are the masters of this world still. Let's move this world of ants. While we are still, so nothing changes. And they can not do anything.
"Hello Floriana. You left your resume here today? See you tomorrow? "
For the first time I did not find an image suitable.
"Ah! Directed ', brought a record is ...' n'artra graduated! "
"Come, let me see."
quick look, bet on what matters most. "Dear, I'm sorry: could you close the door and leave me alone. It seems interesting to this curriculum, I read it calmly. "
"Ok, direct ','
What a beautiful picture I think. Floriana, was born in Formia, Latina Province but lived in Rome. She graduated with honors and is one hundred and ten to the three-year degree. Art history. Internship of one year in Bilbao, and then fluent in English. In the summer he also worked in a pub in Dublin, as well as baby-sitter in Brazil. What dedication! Truly a brilliant girl. I think I'll call for a personal interview. I love the interviews, especially with these young graduates. After all have more or less my age. I watch them get there, are all excited. Their degree, their efforts, the culture that believe they have no longer count. I like it, because I think in Floriana, for example, five or six years in a room paid for by parents, five or six years to graduate with better grades. I imagine, in his bed, he thought to realize his dreams. And most of all thought "is not gonna work ever in a call center, I will never do the job." Instead here it to bring a resume in a fast food restaurant. What is the best time. This is the meaning of my life. They sit in front of me, and I try to be less formal as possible. I try to make them understand that although this is a fast food, although this is proof that your degree, Cara Floriana, probably no use at all, despite all this, I am one like you! It is not true what they say, that the bosses are not like others. No, it is true that you have no hope! When I meet guys like that, obviously I can not fail to hire them. Especially if I discover that maybe they decided to start working because they want to be independent, because "I feel like a big baby." I admire them. I admire them because in this country are a bunch of heroes. I understand that may seem like a hypocritical speech My: I am the owner of several clubs, and virtually did nothing to make this my "little empire". I was born into a billionaire family, I attended the best private schools and universities and then ... here I am. I envy them. Why are these young people have decided to take over their lives, despite the enormous difficulties that are there. That are still evident. Above all, we are challenged, challenged even get into fights with their pride. Because I assume Floriana: assume the contract with the lowest possible, do not pay the disease, the talk of the holiday as a gift that I concede and not as a right. You believe that I did not realize that this is a horrible system? A system where only people like me win. Of this thing I regret. Ultimately, however, this state should make a monument to people like me, people like my family to allow this class of frustrated young people who see their efforts fade away, well, we still give them a future. A future as operators in a fast food restaurant, or in a call center or as trainees in an appliance store. Returning to assume the Floriana. Make sandwiches in a hot kitchen. Anoint his hands. Will have to change the bin without gloves. Things happen, of course there are worst job in the world. Always better than making the worker and die as a scaffold. But she will be angry. Be angry because he knows that I'm rubbing, scrubbing that this system is that those around you are probably rubbing. So lose the smile that beautiful smile that first interview determined: the vitality of a young woman who thought "I'll make it, although I do not like this job is only for this moment." Instead Floriana will remain here for two years with his contract. I imagine the moment when the stars to expire: the anxiety of the rent each month, which had now become greater. This work has become so hated that the most important thing for her life. A contract at permanent place of Renoir. The same launch for Paul, Pierfrancesco and Silvia: a renewal instead of all their books. Floriana anger will disappear, it will fade with time. The anger will disappear. My envy, to live a real life, no one, will never go away. But I'm not certain class. I do not take only graduates: here with me, in my small and cozy and not companies are graduates, Italian and otherwise. Also with them is the same, some facet makes different situations. The important thing is to recognize something in me. I like when I pass by. I hate it. My view makes them feel bad. They know my story, they know that it's all fake. That does not work. Listening to the perceptions of their hatred of their shoes, despite the heavy summer with fire access, And I walk with my moccasins and my shirt linda. I do not sweat. I do not work. I do not imbalance. I'm still here. They move, move, move. The world is moving, but we are still. We are the masters of this world still. Let's move this world of ants. While we are still, so nothing changes. And they can not do anything.
"Hello Floriana. You left your resume here today? See you tomorrow? "
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