21 Oct Unlucky for some
You may not know that in Italy, Friday the 17th is considered unlucky. I have no idea why, but I guess it makes sense, I mean, it’s like Friday the 13th arrived late – very Italian.
Anyway, last Friday was the 17th, but turned out to be probably the luckiest day I’ve had since moving here. It looks like finally, finally, I might be getting out of the teaching world and into something much more exciting.
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been replying to various internship adverts online (some very cool sounding, others less so), but have had absolutely zero success. One evening a couple of weeks ago, I found myself browsing the internet and looking on the websites of various companies based in Turin who weren’t hiring at all. I’d compiled a little list and decided that during the week, I’d spend some time writing a very good cover letter to send to them all in the hope they just didn’t think they were hiring.
It’s at this point that I came across the site of another company which really jumped out at me. I don’t know why – it just gave me the impression that this was a fun place to work. Whatever it was, suddenly I had a bit of a YOLO moment and decided just to send this one an email there and then, at midnight. I proceeded to write a pretty silly email, thinking it would either make me stand out a bit, or they’d at least have a good laugh in the office at this ridiculous Brit begging for a job and I’d never hear from them again. Much to my surprise, the next day I got a call, and they wanted me to come in and meet them.
A few days later, I went to their office in the centre of town which is full of blackboards and design items and Mac desktop computers, and met the owners, who are all young and fun and creative. I had an interview, where they essentially told me that they weren’t hiring but they could think of a couple of things I could help them out with, including writing for their cool online magazine, which I was quite keen on. It was left that they’d let me know if they could work out a way for me to join them, but nothing was confirmed at all, and I left feeling like the interview couldn’t have gone better, but it was just a shame they weren’t looking for anyone.
A week after that, and they got back to me, asking me to come in for a second interview. Having already used my one and only interview outfit for the first meeting, I had a small sartorial panic, but threw something together and went on my way. As soon as I went back to the office, there seemed to be a very good vibe, and they started filling me in on their news, before telling me that yes, I could come and work there, on the understanding that it’d be a trial/internship for a few months, and if all goes well then a more permanent position will follow.
As you can imagine, I pretty much sat there grinning like I’d won the lottery and trying not to say anything too cringeworthy. Anyway, it turns out there is one place in this country that is willing to give someone a chance, and this has slightly restored my faith in humanity.
So I start next Tuesday, and I can’t wait. I think this is going to be the slowest week on earth, but sooner or later the 28th will arrive, and I’m very excited.
The funny part of this story, though, has to be what happened when I stepped out of the door of the office. No, I did not fall on my face or step in dog poo, sorry to disappoint. After months of silence, my phone rang literally as soon as I walked outside, an unknown number. I answered, and it was one of the companies I’d applied to online for an internship, long ago, asking me to come for an interview. Needless to say, I politely declined, but talk about two buses coming along at once.
Friday the 17th – not so unlucky after all.