My Spanish is not super good, but I can understand quite a bit.
At the place where I get my salad once per week for lunch there are three men preparing the, uhm, salads.
They communicate amongst themselves in Spanish.
Until today it was mostly something like ‘where’s the knife’, ‘we need more romaine’ or ‘give me honey-mustard’. During a longer wait for new price tags a group of three women arrived, lively chatting and queueing up. One of the women got all attention by two of the men. They assumed agitatedly amazed -in Spanish-, that she’s working on TV or in a movie. All this based on her hair color.
Una rubia, a blonde.
My expert Midtown eye knows: she’s ‘just’ an office woman. Today I learned: a blonde office woman.
Decided to work “only” 80% for the next 4 months. Wanted to have it forever but that didn’t work out in the last minute (aka Thursday, the day before my first free Friday).
So yes, it’s a super luxury to live in NYC and be able to make this decision in a job that’s a prerequisite for my visa, my boss and the team being fine with it plus the money is still more than enough to support my lifestyle.
The best part is the mood though & I only realized it Saturday (after the usual 2-day-weekend-period) evening - there’s another day off/it isn’t Sunday yet/I don’t have to go back to work tomorrow!
I filled her in on the details, and we went to eat, which isn’t easy anywhere in Germany because the food is so horrifying. All there is to choose from is pork, pork, pork, prepared in a myriad of different ways.