So, we have this tradition at work: once a month, on the first Wednesday of the month, one team makes breakfast for everybody. We had the italian breakfast, the spanish breakfast, the german breakfast and so son and this month was France’s turn.
I knew that they were going to organize something special, and I (over)heard something about a prize. I gently asked for explanations, but no, they wouldn’t give any information away.The only reasonable thing to do was trying to extort information from Catherine, the former country manager, now in maternity leave.
After watching three seasons of Damages in one month I thought I knew what I was doing.
But damn, she’s good. No wonder she survived when AirBnb tried to kill her.
So eventually I had to face this quiz thingy without any inside scoop and without knowing the prize. Why, oh why, are you so cruel, life?
It was about France and french culture and I tried to answer every question with the word Putain. Didn’t work. You failed me MiChmski, you failed me big time. I’m what the French call Les Incompetents.
So yeah, eventually I didn’t win. And I was also a little creeped out by the image they chose to end their powerpoint presentation.
That’s right. A french man deepthroating a baguette. Nothing says “I love my country” like losing your
life gag reflex for it!