MY FAIR LADY (or that time when I understood that my english was too little to safe me from finance sharkes)

My first day. My fair lady. Her name is Rajerheehershsaccionamadonna. This is the problem: on saturday, Adriano, the Italian chief, will return back in Italy for three weeks. He is very nice with me, shows me all trade finance utilities and much more, very nice. But this problem means that I`ll spend the exactly same time alone with the fair lady. She-s very little and thin, dark (ah, I don-t know there are also blond indian famale!?) and or she-s the only professional indian person that I met from my arrive or Adriano created a western finance monster. However, my first job-day was very lucky. Maybe, really, this world about money, banks and financial newspapers is in my blood. The problem is that in the last years I prefered to use my tongue with the girls instead to improve my language. So, the next weeks will be for lika an army calling for a sicilian boy in the twenty century: very hard, a chief that speak a language that you can`t understand and, more, this language forces you to stay at yours orders. The first words have been: "You must understand that we aren-t the Chamber of Commerce, we are two different families, same building, different families, we are a bank". So, after that, I yet understood that at the second floor the air office would be -a little- different than first floor. In first floor there is a very funny zoo of boys and girls callled "The Indo-Italian Chamber of Commerce" (I`m just joking, good guys that work well...but I wasn`t joking about the zoo!). I prefered to stay downstairs, funny air, less important things, less difficult to learn speaking english in that zoo. But, I must follow my fair lady (and, however, she`s also nice, but very professional, therefore this experience could be very important for my english business growth). Coming back to me, I`m staying sit on my blue roller-chair, in my personal office sector, with my official pc, my official e-mail (m.marinangeli@indiaitaly.com), a telephone line also, financial indian newspapers (this is my job for today and tomorrow, hops, today I`m writing this post, therefore...tomorrow), there is Baba that brings a coffee at nine a.m. and an other coffee at two a.m., that`s all. I must follow my fair lady, but I`m a lucky guy. I`m a lucky guy, in a crazy city. (This english post called "My Fair Lady" written in English -without wordreference.com help!- is caused by a Business English World Impact that was a disaster -so, I hope to improve it in this way- and is dedicated to My First Lady that, however, is a multi-languages lover -and, for my sad lucky, also a multi-guys-that-spoke-multi-languages lover-)