Trabajo en Nueva York 1/Working in new York 1

Este es el primer resumen de como me ha ido el trabajo en la Gran Manzana desde que llegue. Seguramente sea mejor empezar por el principio.

Primero llegue y tuve una entrevista el segundo dia. Teniamos curso por la manana, asi que me fui a mi curso antes de irme a la entrevista.. Iba yo monisima y superprofesional. Y camino del curso se me rompio el tacon. Ya lo se… solo pasa en las peliculas…Asi que intente comprar pegamento y pegarlo, en el curso, pero nada. Solo me llene las manos de pegamento. Me dijero... "Hay una tienda de zapatos superbarata aqui cerca. Prueba" Y llego , y estaba cerrada. Y ademas tenia que imprimir el CV que lo habia cambiado. Asi que buscando una tienda que imprimiera cosas e hiciera fotocopias, y una zapateriaandando por la calle con un solo tacon. Por fin la encuentro, y me habian explicado como llegar al sitio mal. Asique acabe en la calle 125, en vez de en el numero 125 de la avenida a la que iba... vamos... a tomar por culo...Pero claro, no sabia como llegar, asi que llame a mi hermano a Espana por telefono... y finalmente llegue. Por supuesto, no consegui el trabajo.

Asi que como no tenia trabajo me pusieron a sustituir. Pero los primeros dias no habia sutituciones, y nos llevaron a una habitacion donde estan los profes que no pueden dar clase. La rubber rooom. Y nos tuvieron ahi sin movernos ni nada. Que una vez pedi ir por un cafe y me dijeron.."Bueno.. es que tienes que estar aqui" Pero vamos a ver.. si no estoy haciendo nada. Pero me pagaban, era su tiempo.

Asi que luego me encontraron un trabajo, y yo contentisima. Y llego y resulta que era en primaria paradar clase alninos de 7 anos. Y me pusieron con la profesora un par de dias, que les leia cuentos " Have you seen dthe dog? Where do you think the dog is?"

Yo ,que no soy de ninos asustada, que tenia que dar ciencias, matematicas y de todo, consegui una entrevista para un trabajo. Y llego por fin a la entrevisa, y muy bien todo, y resulta que, a mitad de la entrevista me dicen que es untrabajo de espanol y no de ingles. Y digo lo cojo. Y el director en la entrevista hablandome de que su padre era catalan y yo " Que bonita cataluna", y de que habia visto a Joaquin Cortes en Madrid, y yo " Que maravilla Joaquin Cortes"...y asi consegui el trabajo.

Asi que por fin arreglo lo de la licencia, me dejan cogerlo, y cuando voy a firmar, despues de pelearme tres dias con la burocracia, me dicen que mis huellas dactilares no estan claras, y que no puedo ni ir al colegio. Y yo pensando... mira los listos del Departamento de Educacion que me han tomado las huellas dos veces y siguen si estar claras. Si el tio este llega a ser el del CSI, que le dan el vasito a los asesisnos para cogerle las huellas, ni uno cogen los cabrones.

Y asi llegue a trabajar a este lindo instituto, Bayard Rustin Educational Complex


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This is the first summary of how work has been for me in the Big Apple since I arrived here. I’ll start from the beginning.

First I arrived and had an interview on the third day of my stay here. I had some courses in the morning, so I headed for the course before the interview. I was so professional and beautiful. And on my way to the course, one of my shoe’s high heel broke. I know, it only happens in films…So I tried to fix it buying some glue and fixing it, but it didn’t work. I just got my hands covered with glue. So I was told “ There is a very cheap shoe-shop round the corner” I got there and it was closed. And I had to print a CV too, because I had changed it. So there I was somewhere in Manhattan trying to look for a shop to print things and some cobblers. Finally I found everything, but I had been given the wrong directions. So I ended up in 125th and Amsterdam, instead of number 125th in Amsterdam street…this is to say… fucking miles away. Of course, I did not even know where I was, so I called my brother in Spain for directions….and finally I got there. Needless to say, I never got that job.

Then, as I did not have a job, I became a susbstitute teacher. But on the first days there were no sbutitutions to attend, and we were taken to the rubber room, the room where all the teachers that can not teach for any reason are. And we had to be there without going anywhere during the day. Once I asked if I could go for a coffee, and they said “ Well.. you have to be here” But I was there there doing nothing. However, I was paid for being there.

Then they found a job for me, and I was really happy, but it happened to be in a primary school to teach seven years old. And I was tehre with a techer reding tales for two days “ Have you seen the dog? Where is the dog? “

I am not a particularly a child person, and there I was, scared, having to teach science, maths and everything. And I got an interview. I get there, everything fine and then, in the middle of the interview, it is a job to teach Spanish and not English.I say, ok. I’ll get it. And the principal in the interview telling me that his father was Catalan, and I saying “Oh... Cataluna... what a wonderful place”, and he telling me he had seen Joaquin Cortes in Madrid, and I saying “ Oh how wonderful Joaquin Cortes”... and I got the job

Finally, I have to fix my licence, I am allowed to get the job, I am going to sign the contract, and after fighting burocracy for three days, at the moment of signing, I am told my fingerprints are not cleared, and I can not even go to school. And me thingking...those clever people at the Department of Education that have taken my fingerprints twice already, and they are not clear yet. If it is the bloke of CSI, the one that gives the glass to the murderer to get their fingeprints, they would not catch one single criminal.. not one...Useless ....

And this is how I got to work in this beautiful High School, Bayard Rustin Educational Complex


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