Since we left saying to you that I would tell stories, I remembered that I had a recently published 20.04.2008 on Myspace, so ... copy and paste.
And in these cases I always think of those "What do you do, the photographer?" Blessed are you ... simply click ... "
I'll be brief ... or at least try to be ...
3 Customers ask me to create a service within their stands is proud to Salone del Mobile in Milan. How do I apply for permission to practice for what to do, with as time from 18 (closing fair) to 24 (and already I was expecting that it was not granted, as previously closed cabin and barrel to 22.30).
Meanwhile involving other three colleagues, aware of the limited time available, given that each customer had to be done in 3 kitchens "form catalog. Customers receive the fax confirmation of permits but, as expected, are granted to all and 3 (mind you) up to 23.
We jump to 15, the day before the inauguration and therefore the service to achieve.
Arrive in Milan and in the afternoon I go to the fair to withdraw the original permits and handle all the red tape for entry to the halls of our cars, and already here starts the bounce from office to office of the Centre Services Cosmit before finding one that had the original permit and I hear you ask:
- "But the driving force for permission to have it?"
- and I ... "Excuse me, but what is this?"
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"Permission to do the photo shoot, but at 18.30 the exhibition closes doors and turn off the electricity ...
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"And according to the photos without her I like the current do ?!!?"
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"Go to the halls 22-24 SATE"
After I had already done half the fair walk (which is very much like Lampedusa), the division and I do the other half for SATE find the blessed and I take this opportunity to go inside the halls to meet the architect who tells me he needs the work.
therefore come to the Sate make me permission to enter the car and, while I'm out, the nice lady calls me back and I am "But the permit for power there has it? "you can imagine my face and my arms (and more) and roll fall to the ground? Monster gentle lady to the stack of paper that I had previously issued Service Centre Cosmit and she assures me that those are okay!
At that point, after almost four hours, I can relax at the bar next door and order the sacrifice of the most beautiful and fat kid (figurative of course, since I tend to almost vegetarian) to celebrate ' event.
We skip the queue and a half hours to make the 15 miles that separate the fair from my point of support, we omit also the hour and a half that the next day I had to go to the station to take My colleague Maurizio, who arrived by train and time to go from the station to fair and go directly to the port CARGO 1 to 16 and, finally, the safety officer-input-enabled after it passes the simple test of my plate and we hope "GOOD JOB".
short survey to illustrate what to do in Mauritius on 17 and back to the cargo door to give permission to enter to Andrea and Paul, just arrived with maxy-van with the rest of tons of equipment. Another survey, sandwich, coffee, and we are ready for battle.
downloaded and begun to work as soon as the last stragglers visitors have left the halls.
In silence almost unreal compared to a few hours before, we remain in the company of other colleagues who, like us are busy in their areas and armed guards of the security service at night. Everything seems smooth and well, in my work around the set and check that everything is as it should in the other two.
At 22.30 the first customer is satisfied, the second being completed and the third at three-quarters of the work. I lit the last two kitchens are going to take, checking work with my Canon ... okay, expect Andrew to finish and bring me back. I urge others by telephone, since the 23 are close, but Paul reassured me that the guards told him that "You can safely leave when you have finished, "But you just have to put on the easel back, frame e. .. TOTAL DARKNESS !!!!!!!!
At 23.10 the little pavilion 24 rushes in the dark, only the screen of my pc sends a faint light that allows me to move on the stand and get out to see what's going on in the light of the emergency lights.
Andrea notice to accelerate, since the alleged time of the fateful release of driving force seems to have arrived. Paul is talking with the security officers that he had been told that we could easily end up calling the electrician on duty that comes after a few minutes.
Dude, ciclomunito, (did not ski ...) now shows arrogant, which I try to fight with all the calm that anyone who knows me knows how to be my main gift. But after nearly 40 minutes of useless supplications, prayers, and appeals to the understanding of who is there to work on others who come from a distance of 450km with mountains of equipment, looks a bit ', work, losing a bit of calm and with my words less educated of these, I try to make him understand that his stubbornness in not afford a quarter of an hour of electricity (which would have formalized the next morning to the sate for the charge to the customer), we meant to take home an unfinished work, of course that the customer would not pay, but not only, with the risk that the customer, unhappy with the service, you definitely lose.
There was nothing to do ... 45 minutes of the proceedings, with 15 current avoidable. If the restaurant is at a fixed price including a glass of water and ask me another mica deny it! Maybe because they charge me around the room but they give me. Rather than "dying of thirst, would gladly pay more than the actual value (and already 100 € per hour for power 3kw not seem to me a few!)
In essence we are alone with the 3 agents of the Security, dismayed they also examined the behavior of so-and the various options. The first that comes to mind is disassemble and load everything and it was no longer remain inside the hall and take the light as soon as he returned the next morning and immediately remove the tents, but the guards we have categorically ruled out that it was possible.
The other, the only possible, leave in the closet of the customer only needed to finish the day after work. And we've done, but it was possible for only one to stay because we were not able to find a hotel open to Piacenza.
The choice was almost inevitable, given that we had to argue with Tom passed midnight and then the car Paul was a prisoner of parking outside of the fair.
At 3, after freeing the booth and loaded the van with Andrea, Andrea, and Maurizio party led at home, me and Paul in Corby where there would be "camping out" in anticipation of 7, at which time we left at a time the fair, with the unknown of what we would have expected.
The only certainty, yet another queue senzasoluzionedicontinuità that allowed us to be the parking lot west of the entrance to 8.52. Initial information and tell us we must go directly to the SATE, East Gate (at the other end of the island) without crossing the CSC
I go to the cashier with the parking ticket at 9.12 ... € 10.00 PLEASE PAY writes the display. He looked toward the ATAC officer present on the platform that says "The money must be inserted into the slot next to" chanting as if I were an Eskimo could not understand the language "-I know-but I say 10 € for 20 minutes not seem to stop a bit 'too much ???!!!???" He said, "There is no one to stop a 20-minute show-him-replica, from 0 to 4 hours costs 10 euros"
"It is not even expected that a car could be wrong? Everything runs in the busy Milan so smooth? time cost so dear? "And then I send the bill to those for the 7 hours I spent in the queue for the road?" Obviously it is a struggle between the poor for the squat of bread ... is not he say these things, but who wants us to believe that this way of life is not only the only possible, but it is also fair and beautiful.
With these considerations, I headed to the east with the knowledge that I had to pay another € 10.00 for 20 more minutes of rest.
We try to figure out how to get SATE obtaining information from the various reception, up to the last gate, where a controller hangs there saying we can not access that area without a ticket ........... .?????????? that ????????? I pay the ticket office where you need to get permission to access freely at the fair? I have to pay a ticket to go and ask not to pay the ticket? But we are confident that by 3 days I'm not on candid camera ????? In the end, showing once again the permissions of the previous day, explaining for the umpteenth time what had happened, he feels compassion for the employee and makes us go.
15 minutes later we are already back on their way to the car I had parked close to that of Paul stopped there the day before. We go to the cash, I pay my 10 for the usual 20 minutes a little more, 15 for him almost a whole day ... okay, forget it.
Once the car (ground floor, the only case on the second floor), seeking permission to hold at your fingertips ... and it shall not find it. I empty my bag, I "raided" at the bottom ... nothing! Redo the way back, I descended the stairs where we are, Paul to the elevator with which we went e. .. was there. Way before the coupon runs out and we had to pay back the rest.
Finally we arrived at the door of the pavilion, we explain what happened to the customer, who twisted a bit 'mouth let us finish our work, having to light up again, compared to one quarter of an hour that we spent the evening first, with the visitors that "disturbed" and who were causing trouble, it took us about 2 hours.
But in the end, good or evil, despite all the work we brought home.
That's what counts. But Milan does not bring me some good ... every time I go to work on some problems I see him always, like the time scale to which the comedian ... and maybe sooner or later I will tell you ;-)
The famous and infamous Rho-MI ... from my mobile phone :-)
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