This picture was taken as a joke. Months ago, when I was still trying to get the documents that I needed to get my visa, Chef emailed me stating that among other things, he needed a copy of my diploma from culinary school. So I had Niki take this picture of me, and then I took a picture of just the diploma close up and sent them both to Chef just to show him that I am a total dork.
Flash forward to today. I am still trying to get my "permesso di soggiorno" or my residence permit. This morning Antonio(the manager) and I went to the office that had drafted the documents that I received in the US in hopes that they would be able to shed some light on the subject.
After waiting around for a little bit we went into the office where they pulled out my file. In my file, along with the documents, was an 8" by 10" copy of this picture. I just remember the words "What the..?" coming out of my mouth, followed by the feeling of a blush washing over my face.
There was lots of looking at me, looking back at the picture, head shaking, muttering in Italian and then passing the photo to the next person so they could enjoy in my humiliation. It really got bad for me when they took out their cell phones to take a picture of the picture. I tried to explain that it was a joke for Chef, but it did no good.
When I returned to the restaurant I asked why in the world he sent that picture and not the other, he just laughed and said that they all probably think that I am an "ubriacone" or a drunkard. I'm still laughing. Needless to say I accomplished nothing and I will have to return to the office soon. Welcome to Italy.
