davide was a venetian. "venice is a city in northern italy, not a beach in california."
why thank you, davide. i won't tell you that i know this because i spent a week there only because i'm trying to kiss your ass.
my first mistake was showing up early. because of this i got to vacuum an entire ballroom, which took two hours. my second mistake was not taking a break on my own and getting to the free dinner after it was cold. oh well, it was still free.
then the function started and i carried trays of canapes to drunk aussies for the next six hours. the aussies like their fried fish and their beer. they are not big fans of the vegetable fritatta. they also want to know if you take drink orders and would just keep the beer coming.
the entertainment for the evening (besides the aussies themselves) was two guys in white suits singing classic cheese. at one point one of them was in an elvis suit. there was also a classic rock band that played long enough to let the executives show off their best dance moves.
after the function ended, we spend three hours cleaning up. i did get to drink a couple of glasses of wine with the other workers afterwards. i also got some chocolate mousse. score!
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