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VSVioletta Solodkovave-tochka · 19 nov 2015Leggi

(Housekeepers on duty) In Ocean City, we were three friends working at a hotel and a brewpub. One fine day, unsuspecting Veronika, while working as a hostess at the restaurant, received a wallet left behind by a customer from the manager. The manager instructed my friend: "Leave the document at the counter, the person who lost it will surely come back for it." Curious Veronika became interested and decided to look at the American's document. Instead of a standard ID, there was a real metal badge inside, similar to the ones we've all seen on police officers in American movies. It was the document of a special agent of the Secret Service (which is somehow connected to the protection of the US President), a person who should never, under any circumstances, lose their work badge. Remembering those movies with sheriffs, Veronika couldn't resist and decided to take a photo of such an unusual item as a souvenir. And then, the idea came to her head to share this photo with her friends: "Let them know what I'm dealing with here!" And she added this badge to Instagram, indicating her geolocation and adding the hashtags #secretservice and #specialagent. (meanwhile, at the hotel, someone left Kristina a watermelon as a tip!) (Same day. Showing off our loot!) A couple of days later, at our second job—the hotel—special agents from that very Secret Service arrived, just like in the movie "Men in Black," and demanded to see Veronika. My poor friend was taken into a dark room and subjected to a confrontation. One of the agents placed a printout of Veronika's Instagram in front of her and asked: "Is this yours?" The frightened girl only nodded in response. The agent asked where the document was now. He apparently thought she had stolen it. In reality, the badge had been left by Veronika at the hostess stand, and she hadn't done anything else with it. Then the agents took Veronika to our restaurant so she could give them the document. There, they were met by the manager, who confirmed that the owner of the badge had already picked it up a long time ago. The agents calmed down and released the girl, THANKING her for her vigilance before leaving. And the manager, upon learning about this situation, fired Veronika without a second thought for her carelessness. Because of this, Kristina and I subsequently had to sign papers confirming that we would not post customers' personal belongings online. We continued working at that restaurant until the end of the summer. But our beloved Veronika managed to change three jobs. She worked as a consultant, then as a cashier in a souvenir shop, where she also did T-shirt printing. Then she got a job in customer service at an amusement park, thanks to which she got tickets to all the rides, and we had free access to the water park, go-karting, and other entertainment events. So, you could say the Secret Service opened new doors for Veronika in America. (The gang is ready for rock climbing. Thanks to Veronika for the free tickets!) (Over this summer, the three of us made over three thousand beds!) (The things people leave in their rooms!)

YSYulia Shorovaj-shorova.ru · 31 gen 2015Leggi

Summer has passed. I've been home for 6 months now, but I decided to write down my vision of America and my summer of 2014. Some spent it at home, some in the countryside, some at camps, but I participated in the international student program Work and Travel. I think America changed me, and not just me; students here grow up and sometimes make their first serious decisions. For example, should I go back home or not? The temptation is great; even without an education, any immigrant can easily find a job in a supermarket, restaurant, etc., and earn what we call "above average," dreaming of buying a car, since it's considered the norm there to own and drive a car from the age of 16. You don't have to take out a loan for a car because its cost is many times lower than here, and I was able to earn enough for a decent used car in a month and a half, something I wouldn't have been able to achieve back home in that period of time. Many immigrants I met in the USA asked me: "What is there in Russia that isn't here?" The attitude of "our Americans" toward the "ours" who arrived differs significantly. In Chicago, they helped me with both words and deeds. In New York, things were different. Everyone there survives as best they can. I suppose "ours" there are spoiled by money, and everyone profits off the other. In the vast majority of cases, I saw smiles from passing Americans on the street, and if you happened to get lost, someone would always come up to you, ask if everything was okay, and wish you a "Nice day!" Perhaps this is the insincerity of Americans, as Russians note; this politeness is instilled in them from birth and is part of the foundation of the American mentality. But every coin has a flip side. At first, you are in the USA on a wave of euphoria; these are such impressions, acquaintances, the politeness of salespeople and police officers. America seems like a country full of opportunities. But once, sitting on a bench in a park, I thought: the social status I have in Russia doesn't play a role here; I have to settle for low-skilled work, for example, like mine at that time in housekeeping. Most who arrive work for $7-9 an hour, while the average salary for the middle class is about $20. You spin like a hamster in a wheel, and rent (for an apartment or room) takes 50% of your earnings, plus bus or subway fare and food. And it's hard to jump above this bar without an American education, so you only allow yourself to step away from this work on weekends in some cafe. But sad people in America are weaklings, and showing your bad mood here is simply not accepted. I saw how young and smart people lost themselves, for example, girls... The rumors that girls from Eastern Europe have loose morals are, alas, not just rumors. Along the highways, and in cities in general, especially large ones, there are many bars and restaurants, like gentleman's clubs, where they recruit young girls my age for pole dancing, and most often these are our Russian-speaking girls. I was deceived and brought there, by the way, by our "arrived Russians" under the guise of a bartender assistant job, but I escaped from there. I knew about 4 girls for sure who worked in this dance field. But there are many people who want to leave their Motherland for life in the USA, both the active, educated part of the population and very young students. Often, they even leave as families. To sum up, I believe that this summer was certainly a success, despite all my mistakes and troubles, but that is how life experience is gained. I spent half the summer in the provincial town of Ocean City, on the Atlantic coast, then I moved to Chicago, which is on Lake Michigan, and the end of my journey was New York. As for all J-1 Visa students, we returned different; we have something to compare, the reality we were used to since childhood, and this stay in America is a kind of tempering. Well... and returning to the question "What is there in Russia that isn't here?" I will probably

ЕКЕлена КуницаLenKa1 · 22 apr 2011Leggi

What was I saying about freaking out?! Well, this is the perfect time for it!! I'm just sitting here, minding my own business, chatting with foreigners on some site, improving my English. Suddenly, my mail agent beeps oO I only use it for Work and Travel or that site I was on. I was hoping for the latter, since I wasn't expecting any news from CIEE or Ken. But nope, a surprise. At least it's not on my birthday, May 15th. After reading all those "kind" and "pleasant" reviews about the embassy, I don't even want to go there anymore ;) What should I do.. Waiting for 11.05.11..

WTWelcome to Americaguest_15667 · 1 ott 2009Leggi

Несколько забавных наблюдений... Очень часто вместо "Have a good day", "Have a good morning" и т.п. используется выражение "Have a good one". Стало интересно откуда оно появилось и вот пара интересных постов с лингвистического форума: "Have we become this lazy? I mean, really, is it that difficult to keep track of whether it is morning, afternoon or evening? If you have not yet eaten lunch then chances are that it is still morning. If you have not yet eaten dinner than chances are that it is still the afternoon. If you have not yet gone to bed then chances are that it is still the evening. If you are still up and about after midnight then chances are that you are slurring your words anyway." "As far as what it should mean from the cashier, I would think the most logical choice would be that she wants you to have a good day. But maybe when she says "have a good one" she only wants you to have ONE good day, the implication being that she wants all the rest of your days to be bad. Next time someone says such a rude thing to you you should let 'em have it." Еще очень часто используется "all set" просто по любому поводу и гораздо чаще, чем "ОК". Странно, что знакомые из НЙ это выражение вообще не слышали! (я был в Массачусетсе) Есть такое понятие "ложный друг переводчика" (слова, которые звучат похоже в двух языках, но имеют разные значения - acсurate, intelligent). Я вот все время инструменты называл instruments вместо tools. Очень удивился, когда увидел у кого-то в холодильнике банку с надписью "Кока-Кола" по русски. Оказалось, что это к олимпиаде серия банок с названиями на разных языках. Знакомый американец рассказал, что он знает 4 стадии опьянения: -drunk -drunk as a pig -wasted -drunk as Boris Elcin Случаев, когда разговариваешь по русски и думаешь, что никто не понимает, а не тут то было, каждый может рассказать сколько угодно. Вот один из них (случился с Владом). В Бостоне у него мужик, который был со своим семейством спросил по английски, как пройти куда-то. Влад объяснил и пошел вперед них в том же направлении, остановился на мосту, чтобы поснимать на камеру. Когда семейство проходило мимо, обгоняя его, мужик сказал остальным "Вот идиот, не мог сказать что сам туда идет". "Сам ты идиот" был ответ Уже про это писал где-то - большие часы с кукушкой называются "Grandfather's clock". Поначалу, пока не выяснилось, что это общее название, на работе приходилось действовать с особой осторожностью, когда просили перенести Grandfather's clock - семейная реликвия, думал я. А вообще после работы мувером, я знаю, как называется вся мебель, знаю все эти глаголы типа тяни-толкай и конечно же у меня будет проблем с тем, чтобы сказать, что мне нравится девушка, которая идет по тротуару, а ты проезжаешь мимо на грузовике -)

YSYulia Shorovaj-shorova.ru · 31 gen 2015Leggi

Summer has passed. And I have already been home for about six months, but I decided to write my own view of America and my summer of 2014. Some spent it at home, some in the countryside, some in camps, and I participated in the international student program "Work and Travel". I think America changed me, and not only me; students here grow up and sometimes make their very first serious decisions. For example, whether to return home or not? The temptation is great; even without an education any immigrant can quite easily get a job in a supermarket, a restaurant, etc., and earn, as we say, "above average", dream of buying a car, since it is considered normal there to own and drive a car from the age of 16. You don't have to take a car on credit because its price is many times lower than at home, and I myself was able to earn enough in one and a half months for a decent used car, which I could not have achieved in my homeland in such a period of time. Many immigrants I met in the USA asked me: "What is there in Russia that isn't here?" The attitude of 'our Americans' toward the arriving 'our people' is substantially different. In Chicago they helped me both with words and deeds. In New York it was different. There everyone survives as best they can. I suppose 'our people' there are spoiled by money, and everyone profits from others. For the most part I saw smiles from passing Americans on the street, and if you got lost, someone would always approach you, ask if everything was okay, and wish you a "Nice day!" Perhaps this is insincerity of Americans, as Russians note; this politeness is instilled in them from birth and becomes part of the foundation of the American mentality. But every coin has a flip side; the first time in the USA happens on a wave of euphoria — it's impressions, acquaintances, the politeness of shopkeepers and police. America seems like a country of unlimited opportunities. But once, sitting on a bench in a park, I thought about how my social status from Russia plays no role here; you have to make do with low-skilled work, for example like mine at that time in the field of housekeeping. Most arrivals work for $7–9 an hour, while the average salary for the middle class is about $20. You run like a hamster on a wheel, and rent (an apartment or a room) takes away 50% of your earnings, as do bus or subway fare and food. And it's hard to jump above that threshold without an American education, so you allow yourself time off from that job only on weekends in some cafe. But sad people in America are seen as weak, and showing a bad mood here is simply not customary. I saw how young and not-stupid people lost themselves, for example girls... The rumors that girls from Eastern Europe have loose morals, alas, are not just rumors. Along highways, and generally in cities, especially large ones, bar-restaurants are developed, like gentleman clubs, where they recruit young girls my age to pole-dance, and most often these are our Russian-speaking girls. I was deceived and taken there, incidentally by our 'arrived Russians' under the guise of work as a barback, but I ran away from there. I knew about four girls for sure who worked in this dance field. But there are many who want to leave their homeland for life in the USA, both the active educated segment of the population and very young students. Families often leave as well. In summary, I believe that this summer was, of course, a success despite all my mistakes and troubles, but after all that's how life experience is gained. I spent half of the summer in the provincial town of Ocean City on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, then I moved to Chicago, which is on Lake Michigan, and the end of my journey was New York. As for all J1 students, we returned different; we have something to compare to the reality we knew since childhood, and this stay in America is a kind of hardening. Well... and returning to the question "What is there in Russia that isn't here?" I would probably an

AAlexanderSpree · 27 ott 2009Leggi

3 августа 2009 Dismay — Oh! Fuck it Agression — Fuck you Passive — Fuck me Command — Go fuck yourself Incompetence — Hes a fuck-up Laziness — Hes a fuck-off Ignorance — Hes a fucking jerk Trouble — I guess Im fucked now Confusion — What the fuck? Despair — Fucked again Philosophical — Who gives a fuck? Rebellion — Fuck the world Annoyance — Dont fuck with me Encouragement — Keep on fucking Etiquette — Pass the fucking salt Fraud — I got fucked by my insurance agent Difficulty — I cant understand this fucking business Identification — Who the fuck are you? Ugliness — Youre a dumb looking fuck Agreement — Youre fucking oh right Benevolence — Dont do me any fucking favors