Within an hour of arriving in Buenos Aires I found work at a wine shop. I wasn’t particularly interested in finding a job, I was just lured in by the promise of a free glass of wine and when I got chatting it turned out they needed an English speaker so I had an impromptu interview with the boss (who speaks no English) and was signed up to start the following week.
My first day started off well with a glass of champagne (rest assured it was 2pm) then took a downward turn of sitting there staring at people walking past for about six hours, but then picked up again with quite a few more glasses of champagne towards the end and some customers to talk to.
It is weird being a shopgirl again… I am trying to remember how you while away the empty hours inbetween customers. So far I have read a couple books about wine, written four poems, two short stories, about 35 ‘to do’ lists – none of which I can fulfil while working – and at least two weeks worth of thinking. Being a shopgirl is quite slow, although the champagne obviously helps and the brothel next door makes for quite interesting people watching.
My first day started off well with a glass of champagne (rest assured it was 2pm) then took a downward turn of sitting there staring at people walking past for about six hours, but then picked up again with quite a few more glasses of champagne towards the end and some customers to talk to.
It is weird being a shopgirl again… I am trying to remember how you while away the empty hours inbetween customers. So far I have read a couple books about wine, written four poems, two short stories, about 35 ‘to do’ lists – none of which I can fulfil while working – and at least two weeks worth of thinking. Being a shopgirl is quite slow, although the champagne obviously helps and the brothel next door makes for quite interesting people watching.
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