The time had come for Pitti Immagine Uomo, the beautiful fashion fair in Florence. For weeks we had been working towards this moment and the last days before the fair were full of stress stress and stress...It started with an Italian piece I had to translate into English for a client. I worked my ass off and wrote a beautiful piece. When I returned after my lunck break Mrs Moschino was furious; the client didn't like the piece I wrote and said it was full of mistakes. Well, maybe my Italian isn't perfect, but my English certainly
is better than that of most Italians. I decided to take a new approach (instead of telling her she was right) and told her that it wasn't possible that I had made mistakes, but that I would have a look at my piece and change it. After that my female colleague was screamed at by Mrs Moschino for giving me the assignement in the first place and she was given the order to correct my piece. Three (!) ours later my colleague was ready and had changed maybe 3 sentences and showed me what I had been doing wrong. It was difficult not to laugh because she made some serieus grammatical errors and used words in the wrong context. I told them my opinion, but Mrs Moschino decided to send the client the 'corrected' piece, full of errors...The devil knew it better...