Big trouble, a.k.a., fuck!
Tomorrow I have an important meeting with a multinational company HR Director. She'll fly from Barcelona to see me, and she already assumed that my english is quite fluent. I don't know why, but the truth is... it isn't! And I'm almost sure my anxiety and lack of practice will clear it up for her.
I studied english for about 10 years, it's a fact, but that was another 10 years ago. My english abilities are mostly from music and movies without subtitles. A kind of F word chat.
So now, I'm trying to practice all that management technical terms, and until tomorrow I'll only speak, think and breathe in english.
Parka, do not dare laughing.
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