I can't exactly say I'm enjoying my time in Geneva yet. It's a rough transition. My biggest complaint is the language barrier. French is not my forte that's for sure. And work is the worst....I love receiving e-mails in French and having to google translate. But what's even better, is when my meetings are half in French. Love it. Jesus people show some respect for the stupid American who only speaks English.
Maybe it's just Switzerland (seeing that there are 3 or maybe 4 official languages), but no one seems to understand why I don't speak another language. Most of the people I work with speak at least three.
So today was a mentally stimulating and intellectually challenging day. I spent probably three or four hours making copies and stapling papers. I'm as serious as a heart attack too. My $60,000 education is being put to good use. Now, most people think MBAs can be snooty and egotistical. I like to think I'm not your run-of-the-mill MBA student, however, the other day a coworker asked me if I knew how to sort a column in Excel and I just stared at her. Really? Are you serious? Dang man. Of course I can freakin sort a column. Maybe I should have asked if she would like me to figure the probability (in Excel of course) of her getting fired for asking stupid questions.
I'm not a genius. I probably wouldn't even qualify as "smart" by most accounts, but I can surely do a lot more than make copies. Although I will admit that it's challenging when the copier jams and the control panel is in French. Pushing random buttons is the best solution, eh? I guess it could be worse but one would think these people could see I have somewhat more to offer than making copies and reserving hotel rooms. Get with it people. That's the last of my bitching about my internship, I promise (well at least for today).
Moving on. Yesterday was horrible. I found out my dog got bit by a poisonous snake, the train I catch to go home was canceled because someone decided to commit suicide by jumping in front of it (which I might add happened mere minutes before I arrived, at least I have one thing to be thankful for....not being traumatized for life), and I screwed up making hotel reservations at work. Lovely.
Tomorrow is Colleen's birthday so we're going to the local Irish pub, called Pickwick's, where all the Brits and US expats drown their sorrows with booze. Sweet! Most of the UN interns will be there too so it'll be nice to bitch and moan to other peon interns.
Wow this post sounds so cynical. All apologies but I need to get it out somehow or another.
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