{"id":1693,"date":"2013-10-02T22:05:17","date_gmt":"2013-10-02T20:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1693"},"modified":"2013-10-13T12:18:50","modified_gmt":"2013-10-13T10:18:50","slug":"the-happy-day-of-positive-mcoptimist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1693","title":{"rendered":"The Happy Day of Positive McOptimist"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"77\/365,<\/a>We are standing in front of a Czech bureaucratic building, which is like a square hemorrhoid in the Prague 10. Like most hemorrhoids, it is surrounded by misery. The people are miserable, the architecture drab, the plant life stunted and gnarled. The sun doesn\u2019t seem to shine in this part of the city.<\/p>\n

\u201cSmile,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

B, my partner in crime, linguistic safety net, and vibe masseuse, spreads a big smile across her face. \u201cLike this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d We are grinning like jack-o’-lanterns. \u201cToday, this\u2014\u201d I point at my maniacal smile, \u201cis our armor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOK.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those around us surely think we are suffering in some manner. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back. I need to confirm my appointment.\u201d I step towards the hemorrhoid. The Ukrainians, Russians, and Vietnamese step away and glare at my broad smile as though it\u2019s a tarantula they have found in their morning cereal.<\/p>\n

On days that I am forced to visit a Czech bureaucratic office smiling is a nearly impossible action. And that is because these visits are as enjoyable as setting your genitals on fire and then feeding them to a wolverine. The building is a shrine to Murphy\u2019s Law and the experience is always riddled with frustration and outbursts of explosive and creative epithets.<\/p>\n

But not today.<\/p>\n

Today I have decided that things will go right as long as I smile. I will be nice, happy, jovial, and pleasant no matter what happens and somehow things will work out.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t see the woman at the information window, but I hear her interact with the four people in front of me and she sounds like Attila the Hun\u2019s more aggressive older sister. On each person, she performs a crude surgical procedure to create a fresh rectum.<\/p>\n

When I get to the window I am smiling like a drunken idiot. \u201cDobr\u00fd den!\u201d I stumble through my Czech to ask about my appointment. She finds my name, confirms my appointment, and then, I swear, she smiles at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cD\u011bkuji,\u201d I say. Thank you<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cUr\u010dit\u011b,\u201d she answers with a warm grin. Absolutely \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

The rest of the day goes the way a day in a bureaucratic office goes. I have roughly 13,000 pieces of official paper, signed, notarized, and in duplicate, but the pretty woman helping us finds that I am missing one<\/i> piece of paper. She also tells me that one of my documents requires the university president\u2019s signature. Oh, yeah, no problem. We are close to frowning, groaning, shouting, and giving up, but instead we look at each and say, \u201cSmile,\u201d and ask for her help.<\/p>\n

The pretty woman (who was crying when we arrived – not my fault, I asked) smiles and tells us with a wink that if we get her the paper by closing time, we\u2019ll be OK.<\/p>\n

We have two hours. Off we go!<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t keep you in the suspense that is surely gluing you to the edge of your seat: it all works out with serendipitous flair. The right people happen to be at the university and help me sort out the paperwork. The right administrators contact the right people just as they are leaving the building. The document I need happen to be ready early. Someone calls the president of the university who sorts out the other problem in two minutes.<\/p>\n

We get back to the bureaucratic office an hour later, armed with the missing paperwork and smiles. The pretty woman is no longer crying, she takes the papers and we leave on tip toes, afraid to upset the Murphy gods.<\/p>\n

B and I spend the rest of the afternoon buying office supplies and wandering around the city. Later, Lee invites me for a beer, which turns out to be six beers. Maybe it\u2019s na\u00efve to believe things will work out just because you smile and have a positive outlook.<\/p>\n

But today they have.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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