Milan, 24th of June, 2010

Dear Bb,

It’s 15:50 on the clock, the other girl just left for her lunch break and I’m already bored. I found this piece of paper to write you a letter, as we promised before but never did. Damm internet! She seems nice but in a bit of a defensive mood. I guess I ask too many questions and she tries to paint a better image of what she thinks is not that good in her life. She is very pretty but complains about her legs, “too fat” she said, but I think they are just fine.

Some Russian girls want to try a couple of shirts, they asked me for the XS even though they fit a XL. Russian girls tend to be very exuberant, mostly with bad taste. Dear lord! They just left the fitting room wearing the shirts as a dress, no pants and I can see the underwear of the blonde one`: lace fabric. Now I can say I saw Gorbachev through her glasnost! Yeahp, it was bold.

16:23, time goes slower coz I keep checking the clock every 30 seconds. It’s funny how a second can last an eternity and months can pass in a minute. How come the Japanese think you should have a very settled routine to live longer? They definitely work their minds upside down.

We do have many Japanese clients actually. But they buy at the shop in front, where stuff is colorful. The girl, who works there, stopped by last evening for a chat. She studied fashion and lived for a year in London. While I’d have a free lesson about silk and crepe she confessed she wants to leave Milan again and I bet she is not the only one. Mostly I work with girls and gay guys, but the very old ladies are my favorite. They always smile at me passing by the shop and many offered help at my first closing alone.

Some time has passed since my last lines, I went down to pick up a dress from storage, my colleague came back and now she is having a discussion about hair with the girl from the shop on the left. She thinks she died it too blond and my coworker says it’s not. When they asked my opinion I suggested she could die it red. They ignored it with lousy faces. I should work on my friend-making skills.

I’m supposed to have my break now, the employees’ bar is cheaper, but downstairs I can smoke. Makes me think about my last job, when I’d have 20 minutes to eat, smoke, pee and send you a message. I feel lonely having a whole hour to do the same.

Hey, I’m back. I ended up having lunch with another girl who works at the shop on the left. She is very cute, very young and really lost. I’m lucky not to work there. They earn commission and the boss is super stressful. She is on the last shift as well, so we can keep each other company. I heard her stories about her ex-boyfriend, such a jerk!

You know, writing you a letter reminds me of all the letters I have from my mom when she first moved to Sao Paulo. She used to work at this furniture shop, kind of fancy, where she had to sit alone in a armchair and wait for the clients. She did it for 7 months and that was the only income of the family through that time. I hope not find myself in the same situation in some years from now, even though I’m proud of everything she did.

Viva! I just sold $731,50 to an Italian lady! Can you believe she paid $101 for a shirt? I could buy 20 of mine and drink a coffee with the same money. It’s also true they fall apart after a month, but the first time her maid throws hers in the washing machine by mistake it also will become un-wearable.

Another hour and I’m free! I cleaned the glass tables for the third time today. I do so as soon as I see a fingertip, to make the time pass, to keep me occupied. The racks are methodically tidy and I already checked the changing room for lost hangers. I guess that is it. Just need to close the register now. Hope to see you on Skype later. Love you!