Aas vesperas de completar um mes na agencia (ja que fiquei uma semana fora do pais), resolveram fazer meu anuncio oficial para que todos os funcionarios pudessem ver minha cara. Me perguntaram qual seria a melhor maneira de promover esse encontro e eu logo disse "Caipirinha". Na verdade, eu queria fazer uma feijoada, mas nao ia dar certo por varios motivos. O primeiro, claro, eh que eu nao sei fazer feijoada.
Ao contrario do que aconteceu na Ucrania (voce deve lembrar do post), dessa vez nao tive problemas tecnicos: tinha cachaca, limao, acucar e gelo de sobra. O problema ficou por conta dos participantes, que nunca tinham tomado uma cana e nao souberam dosar a brincadeira. Apesar de ter ficado feliz por promover a festa interna mais longa da historia da agencia, fiquei triste ao ver meus Group Heads (homens maduros de 40 e poucos anos) dormindo no chao, igual mendigo brasileiro.
Bora.
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Just when I was about to celebrate a month in the agency (I was out for a week), the management decided to promote a formal introduction, so every employee could see my face. When asked about the best way to do that, I promptly answered "Caipirinha". Truth is I'd rather have a feijoada, but it would never work for many reasons. The first one, of course, is the fact that I don't know how to prepare feijoada.
Unlike the problems I faced in Ukraine to prepare caipirinhas, things went smoothly over here: I had enough cachaca, ice, limes and sugar at my disposal. The problem were the guests. Since many of them had never tried cachaca in their lives, they didn't manage to dose it appropriately. So, if on one hand I was happy to hold the longest internal party in the history of the agency, on the other hand I was sad to see my Group Heads (grown men in their 40's) sleeping on the floor. Just like Brazilian hobos.
Giddy up.
1 comment:
Nossa... ressaca de Pitú...imagino a produção no dia seguinte!
beijo!!
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