The Graduate
In the midst of ranting about GolfPunk's gallivanting employees, who seem to be having a wonderful time at our expense, we received an e-mail from a certain Giles Cornwall, a gangly youth who had been working with us from GPs birth. Giles always fancied himself as a legal eagle and so it was with tears in our eyes that we released him from his caper duties, making a nuisance of himself around the nation, and sent him off to the land of wigs and Latin. True to form, Giles has gone on a bit of a European walkabout and is currently working for a law firm in Italy. Here are some of his thoughts on life in Italy so far....
I am in my third day at work in Studio Legale Rocca, which, roughly translated, means Rocca Law Firm (my Italian is coming on a treat!) and everyone is molto friendly. Only made one slight cock up so far, though potentially a fatal one. Was doing the rounds on my first day "ciao signorina" and all that, and then, feeling like I was fitting in and ingratiating myself with my colleagues, casually ciao-ed some bloke I hadn't met yet. Turns out this was l'avvocato Rocca, the big boss man who
likes to be treated like some demi-god and must be greeted with "biorngiono".
Anyway, after an awkward hush in the office, just came out with the old "sono Inglese, stupid-o!?" line, which has got me out of all sorts of scrapes and just about saved me.
Will leave you, however, with the reaffirmation of a good old-fashioned stereotype- the Italian driver. On my first day I got a lift home with one of the lawyers, who, in a 15 minute car journey ran about 7 red lights, cut up a couple of cyclists and then for some reason tried to ram a bus off the road, scraping all the way down the passenger (my) side of the car against it.
We'll keep you posted on how Giles gets on over the next few months. Our first GP graduate, we're so proud.
 Just look at those Italian genes Golf Punks
1/26/2006 8:23:20 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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