Left school & started working?!

Okay, this is not completely true. I did not leave school ( I must add if such thing happened my parents would use me as a door mat) and I did not get an actual job ( given the circumstances in Serbia you can' t be shocked by this either) but I actually did manage to slip in my friend Kaća and me to the International Energy Fair last week.

We were representing the company where my mom works on a large stand with the most uncomfortable chairs in the world. I must admit though, this wasn't our first time 'going to work' since we've already worked on the same fair five months ago.

When we came the first day to the fair, one could easily read from our face expressions that we were trying really hard to keep smiling just to hide how pleased we were to acknowledge that the same group of people was picked out to work on this fair as well as on the last one. Shortly, the mentioned team consists of approximately eight college girls whose slightest flaw is that last time they were strongly unfriendly with us. During the last fair, Kaća and I spent half of our time trying to avoid them stabbing us in the back. Quite charming I must say.

Anyways, I thought we came this time with somewhat more experience but surely it wasn't enough to completely avoid our wicked colleagues.

Our job by the stand was to give information about the current lectures and to take the visitors to the correct hall which (I can assure you) we conscientiously did. After a while we noticed that this year the number of visitors has doubled. We were even proud of ourselves how fluently and quickly we managed to communicate with a great deal of people comparing to the last time we were there.

Unfortunately, our happiness did not last. At the end of our working time we saw that one of our co-workers was approaching with a typical sinister smile. She gave us quite a few pages of charts with the visitors names and data to enter in the computer due the following day. It is needless to say that Kaća and I were shocked by the amount of paperwork that was waiting for us. Despite persuading our boss to let us home even if we did not finish our work, we knew that our second day would be much more exhausting.

The next day Kaća and I came across a new problem. The restaurant was opened only for a group of journalists and food was not provided to any of the workers. Still, around 2 o'clock we saw that our precious fellows were eating tuna sandwiches. We took our courage and asked them if we could have the two last pieces. We weren't even suprised when they turned us down, so we decided to sneak in the back of the kitchen to seek for some food ourselves. To cut a long story short, we befriended one of the waiters who has brought us four incredibly large ham sandwiches. I may be a little bit childish, but I felt really good passing by our associates with a plate full of food and peeking from the corner of my eye their reaction. And it wasn't left out. They couldn't look more jealous. I don't recall if I ever mentioned this, but I tend to be really awkward when it comes to carrying anything, so while I was enjoying my five second fame among our fellow workers I managed to bump into a woman and almost dropping my sandwiches to the ground. I think I shouldn't even mention that after that I did not want to leave our stand.

At the end of the day we scarcely finished our work and felt absolutely exhausted from the constant typing and the stacking around the stand. We could not wait to get in bed. Before falling asleep at home I thought about how effective this experience was and that after all, we should consider us lucky because we could have gotten much worse things to do. I was thankful for these adventurous two days on the fair and I promised myself that next time I will go there with more confidence and that i will be well prepared for our encounter with the eight demons.

Mean girls, we shall meet again!