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ENEmil Nabiullinleksality · 3 dic 2022Leer

Introduction. The story will be told from the perspective of 2 people. Let's meet: Emil and Vladimir. Our dream of going to America finally came true. Before this, it didn't work out due to COVID. This year was also under threat because the embassy in Moscow closed due to politics. Chapter 1. The Beginning One sunny June day, we were informed that there was an opportunity to get a visa in Mexico. Without thinking for a second, each of us agreed. And so, on July 3rd, our group of about 30 people met at Moscow's Vnukovo Airport. I (Emil) flew to Moscow alone. We started getting to know each other and chatting at the airport. We successfully arrived in Mexico, in the resort city of Cancun. We were organized a transfer to a hotel that was a 5-minute walk from the Caribbean Sea. We ended up having a mini-vacation as well. After hanging out in Cancun for a couple of days, we flew to Mexico City. A very beautiful and large city. We stayed 10 minutes away from the US Embassy. We walked around the city, explored the sights, and brushed up on our Spanish. In parallel, we prepared for the interview. On July 7th, the first batch of people went to get their visas, and I (Emil) was in it. I stood in line for the consul, maximally focused, with a cool head. I approached the window, smiled, and said hello, and the dialogue began. He asked me 3 questions, and I answered them all in detail. I heard the coveted phrase: "Your visa is approved. Have a nice summer!". I was happy at that moment, realizing that years of waiting and the risks with Mexico were not in vain, onward to the dream! Out of our group of 30 people, every single one received a visa. In the evening, we went to celebrate our success. Chapter 2. America It so happened that I (Emil) flew to America alone, having found a good ticket. Vladimir and 2 other girls arrived the same day, just in the evening. My flight was Mexico City-Cancun-Denver. I landed at Denver airport, surrounded by Americans, everyone speaking English. I arrived alone to conquer America (ha-ha). I asked the locals how best to get to the city, took a train, and went. I got off at Union Station, near downtown. I flew with one backpack without suitcases, so I was traveling light. And so I was walking through the city center, looking around, and just smiling. But I wasn't walking for no reason; I was looking for accommodation options because our employer, Elitch Gardens, did not provide us with housing. We were very unlucky with the date because the MLB All-Star Game was taking place during those days, and all motels and hostels were booked. I walked through the entire center, called all possible options, but couldn't find anything. Evening came, and Vladimir and the girls arrived (from this moment on, the narrative will be from 2 people). Together we thought about what to do. We seriously considered staying overnight in a church with local homeless people, but the girls didn't want to. We went to a park, thinking maybe someone would offer us something, but they were closed, there weren't even guards. In the end, we found a motel, but all the rooms were taken. We agreed that they would give us a room, perhaps it was a staff room, and gave her cash. The next day we went to get settled at Elitch Gardens. We asked them about housing, but their options were all sold out. We left the park feeling sad. My supervisor, Ricardo, caught up with us. He found a motel for the first time, paid for it for us, and we agreed to pay him back after payday. Happy, we moved into the motel. At the entrance, we met a local named Caesar, chatted with him, and went for a walk, already without him. That day, four other guys from Russia were supposed to arrive. We met them at the station and went to sleep, 8 people in a 4-person room. Tight but cozy. The next day these guys moved out, and we went to hang out by the pool, where we met our good black friend Alonso. In the following days at this motel, we talked to him every day. Our work started

VZVladimir ZhigulskikhGraboid · 17 dic 2011Leer

Many nations, such as the Chinese and Americans, share a piece of folk wisdom that the longest journey begins with a single step. Today, I have already taken those first steps. But first things first. To start, let me introduce myself. My name is Vladimir Zhigulskikh, and I am a 4th-year student at the Faculty of Bio-technological Management at Altai State Agricultural University. I have a wonderful major: "Technology of production and processing of agricultural products." In short, it is the technology of crop production, animal husbandry, and the food industry. I won't bore you, my dear readers, with these tedious terms; I will just continue my narrative. And I immediately want to answer the question (for myself and everyone interested): why did I decide to go on Work and Travel USA? There are many reasons. The first and most important one is to earn money, see the world, and do both together. Plus, it is a very good opportunity to improve my English and gain professional experience. Besides, it is a trial by fire. I started thinking about such things a long time ago. Somewhere at the end of my second year, my English teacher advised me to go on this program. At first, I was suspicious, but then I realized that there are many positive aspects to Work and Travel USA. Therefore, right away, without delay, I want to thank her. Natalya Konstantinovna, thank you very much. Having made a firm decision to go, I turned to the International Exchange Center. It was the end of May, so I was late in 2010. In 2011, it didn't work out either—I was brainwashed, and I wanted to go on an internship program. That was a bust too. Now I have firmly decided to go through the International Exchange Center.

Gguest_160061 oct 2009Leer

Day Two Wake uuuuup!!! It's 9:00 AM. "Yeah, gotta get up!" I'm trying to stick to the diet I started back in Moscow. For breakfast: cereal with nuts and raisins, soaked in kefir (I can't have milk), butter and cheese sandwiches (instead of cottage cheese), grapefruit-flavored green tea (so delicious, I've only started drinking it in such quantities here), sometimes nut butter (nothing special, but I bought it, so I have to eat it), and DanActive (they don't have Actimel here, but they have this. Basically the same thing, just "no fat"—Americans are obsessed with cutting fat in every conceivable way, but they rarely do it systematically. They'll eat burgers and donuts, wash it down with Coke, and finish with a DanActive, like, "There, I'm watching my weight and health"). Today is a full day of work. Maybe they'll let me cut some meat. I'll introduce the main characters now so I don't have to keep explaining: ADILIO - Honduras, my boss, a good guy like many gauchos, helps me out a lot, loves Spanish and Mexican music, wears a black shirt; EDUARDO - Brazil, my teacher, does jiu-jitsu, 43 years old, built like a tank; PACO - Brazil, grills meat, always cuts a piece just right and shares if you want; NATALIA - Brazil, Helber's best friend, a bit chubby but pleasant; ANDRE - Brazil, one of the 3 managers, understanding, sociable, just a good person; DAVID - Mexico, one of the 3 managers, cunning, likes to hug girls when his wife isn't around, sees me and Vova and yells: "Russians!", a bit "slippery"; MATTHEW - Brazil, waiter, a bit overweight, which makes him the target of constant jokes, but otherwise he's like Oblomov, just with a desire to work; VLADIMIR - a Russian guy from Magnitogorsk, helps with everything, explains things, we've become good friends; HELBER - Brazil, gay, chatty, can ask you anything he wants, offer you anything, ready to tell you what, how, and with whom he's been. On the very first day of "real work," I ran into one not-so-"joyful" customer. Two guys came in with a grandmother, one was quite large, curly hair, potato nose, glasses. So, this guy started teasing me: that the meat was burnt, my English sounded weird, etc. I ignored him, of course, because: a) he's a customer, and the customer is always right; b) I have to work here until September; c) what do I care, let him say what he wants, life has already punished him enough. As Sasha told me later, "let him eat and say whatever he wants, the main thing for me is the money." Another girl, when I brought her pork sausages (she was with her boyfriend), asked: "Sausages? Whose sausages?" Her boyfriend replied: "Sausages? Oh! Good! She loves sausages, this is just for her!" I naturally laughed along with him (see rule a)). Actually, it's not hot in my uniform, there's AC everywhere, but I'm wearing boots. And when it's +30 outside and you're in boots on your feet all day, they start to swell. At first, it was hard, and I asked to go home an hour early. Andre didn't mind, and I happily left my "almost real" workday. As mentioned above, there are many Southerners in Atlanta. Being on the subway, I was the second (!!!) white person! Everyone else was Southern. It feels unusual, of course, especially after Russia. Upon arrival (50 mins from work to home), we headed to the Kroger store in Sasha's car. I knew Americans loved to eat, but not to this extent. Super cheap products, even without converting to rubles (say, 500g of M&M's for $7, bread for $1.5-3, but don't forget the average salary is $9-10 an hour), others are cheap even when converted (Pringles $1.3, milk (3.8L) about $3). You know, I like buying large packs—they last longer and are cheaper, but they... Can you imagine dry cat or dog food in a huge bag (about 16 kg)? Well, they sell chocolate balls and cereal for humans in the same size containers here! 12-liter buckets of ice cream, 5-liter juices. Also, they don't sell drinks individually in large stores, just 1 bottle. You have to buy 12 bottles of 0