On Skype.
My brother: «Call Mum that's since 8th you don't hear her.»
Me: «Hi there, sorry there are no news, that's why I ain't called.»
Mum: «You don't need news to call us, do you? So what's new?»
Me: «....»
Dad: «You gained weight!»
Oh.... f*ck!!!
Friday, 25 May 2012
Saturday, 19 May 2012
There's something wrong...
If I had a job and an income I should have to pay taxes.
BUT...
Even if I'm a jobseeker I don't have right to the benefit from the Social Welfare because I'm not Irish.
...in the first case it doesn't matter where I'm from, huh?
BUT...
Even if I'm a jobseeker I don't have right to the benefit from the Social Welfare because I'm not Irish.
...in the first case it doesn't matter where I'm from, huh?
Friday, 18 May 2012
Determination.
That's really funny, and that's ironical of course.
I've been pretty happy when the European Community was born, a bit less when the coming of Euro destroyed the already precarious economic situation in Italy. The concept was good: having a unique currency would have sorted many troubles among Countries and markets so close themselves.
PLUS, the benefit of being a EU Citizen allows you to travel into the Community just in possession of a ID Card (for those States that use them) and allows you to work without needing of a Visa (exception for few States from the East).
It sounds almost like living in the same big Country with different languages, where everyone of them has to be in line with the rules of the Community.
But (fortunately) each State maintains their cultures, their identity, their institution and, not at last, their laws.
Well, I'm still of the idea that if you have a dream and you really believe in it, you must work to make it true.
I started from the point that leaving Italy wasn't that big deal. After 10 months I still think I left "just in time". With a part-time job that didn't allow me to pay my rent and without any chance to get at least some hours more per week, I packed my stuff and I moved to Ireland.
Fine.
Irish people complain that there's no job. Bullocks. You just have to give a look on the FÁS website in the County of Dublin to realize how many posts of positions are available. If you leave out all the internships, CE Schemes, WPP1/2, what is left is a list of permanent (for the most) jobs for every taste.
Again, it sounds really good, huh?
Maybe for an Irish with a lot of will of working. Naive me when I thought that 5 years of customer service in IKEA were enough for having seen and learnt everything.
I'm aware that my English is a bit "original": when I miss some word I tend to cover it with a coloured alternative description hoping that it's enough to hide my lack. Like I'm doing right now, talking around the main topic instead of getting to the point.
I don't think it works on job interviews, tho.
Anyway, instead of picking up scented petals of roses I hit the thorns.
Requirements: "Fluent English" (jeez, mine comes from the TV shows Shameless and Skins, my curious accent too, "fuck's sake"), "experienced waitress" (I still thought that when you arrived to a new Country that was the 1st job to learn/improve the language), "experienced cleaner" (look, I live on my own for more than 10 years, I'm pretty good on hoovering), "experienced person for laundrette" (I'm ALSO fully experienced with my laundry and ironing....), "experienced kitchen porter" (my kitchen is a jewel!) and so go on.
When I got the BIG Luck of being called for a job interview showing all my enthusiasm (maybe too much) even for a waste disposal position, someone else has been chosen instead of me.
There's a Hotel that every bloody day posts the same applications for (of course!) experienced staff in similar position with a minimum of 5 years. I'm wondering "Dear employer, instead of posting for 3 weeks the same advices, it wasn't better using this time to train someone else???"
I'm not the kind of person that gives up so easily, but if the employers could give us a hand I'm quite sure that the all of us would be happier.
I've been pretty happy when the European Community was born, a bit less when the coming of Euro destroyed the already precarious economic situation in Italy. The concept was good: having a unique currency would have sorted many troubles among Countries and markets so close themselves.
PLUS, the benefit of being a EU Citizen allows you to travel into the Community just in possession of a ID Card (for those States that use them) and allows you to work without needing of a Visa (exception for few States from the East).
It sounds almost like living in the same big Country with different languages, where everyone of them has to be in line with the rules of the Community.
But (fortunately) each State maintains their cultures, their identity, their institution and, not at last, their laws.
Well, I'm still of the idea that if you have a dream and you really believe in it, you must work to make it true.
I started from the point that leaving Italy wasn't that big deal. After 10 months I still think I left "just in time". With a part-time job that didn't allow me to pay my rent and without any chance to get at least some hours more per week, I packed my stuff and I moved to Ireland.
Fine.
Irish people complain that there's no job. Bullocks. You just have to give a look on the FÁS website in the County of Dublin to realize how many posts of positions are available. If you leave out all the internships, CE Schemes, WPP1/2, what is left is a list of permanent (for the most) jobs for every taste.
Again, it sounds really good, huh?
Maybe for an Irish with a lot of will of working. Naive me when I thought that 5 years of customer service in IKEA were enough for having seen and learnt everything.
I'm aware that my English is a bit "original": when I miss some word I tend to cover it with a coloured alternative description hoping that it's enough to hide my lack. Like I'm doing right now, talking around the main topic instead of getting to the point.
I don't think it works on job interviews, tho.
Anyway, instead of picking up scented petals of roses I hit the thorns.
Requirements: "Fluent English" (jeez, mine comes from the TV shows Shameless and Skins, my curious accent too, "fuck's sake"), "experienced waitress" (I still thought that when you arrived to a new Country that was the 1st job to learn/improve the language), "experienced cleaner" (look, I live on my own for more than 10 years, I'm pretty good on hoovering), "experienced person for laundrette" (I'm ALSO fully experienced with my laundry and ironing....), "experienced kitchen porter" (my kitchen is a jewel!) and so go on.
When I got the BIG Luck of being called for a job interview showing all my enthusiasm (maybe too much) even for a waste disposal position, someone else has been chosen instead of me.
There's a Hotel that every bloody day posts the same applications for (of course!) experienced staff in similar position with a minimum of 5 years. I'm wondering "Dear employer, instead of posting for 3 weeks the same advices, it wasn't better using this time to train someone else???"
I'm not the kind of person that gives up so easily, but if the employers could give us a hand I'm quite sure that the all of us would be happier.
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