Jorge never asks to see my CV. Apparently it’s good enough to know that I am from New Zealand and have four years’ experience in the country’s biggest market research company (probably a fact one shouldn’t be too proud of). After only a brief chat about who I am he seems satisfied and promptly offers me an interviewee position in his call centre. He promises that I will be made supervisor should the other candidate pull out. It appears that my being recommended by a friend of a friend of my boyfriend was sufficient for me to not only be offered an interview, but also a job.
Tired of talking about his soon-to-be new employee, I find that I am about to learn some personalised facts about Argentina’s history. “You see Josie, I fought in the war of the Islas Malvinas” (go around Argentina calling these the Falkland Islands and you won’t be making any friends fast). Read the rest of this entry
I was walking through an historic street in Granada, southern Spain, with a friend the other day and asked her what she thought of the bodies of the Spanish girls (yeah, I should’ve been admiring the 16th century cathedral but mine is a CrossFit experience as well as a travel one!). “They’re all really skinny”, she replied, with admiration.
Skinny. Hmmmm. I saw skinny-fat. Little girls. “Skinny” for sure, but with arms incapable of carrying a child for long, legs that would tire quickly when climbing a hill and saggy bums.
Later, I was giving my spiel on the benefits of CrossFit to a girl in Mallorca (Ibiza’s less crazy and potentially more beautiful neighbour) and she asked if CrossFit would help her lose weight because she wanted that “little gap at the top of (her) thighs”. Sigh. Yes, it will help you lose weight, but it will also make you healthier overall. Read the rest of this entry