It's Just A Matter Of Time - eng

First part

The streets of Rome are very animated, on the street teen on scooters without helmets, the chaos that tourists form in the most famous areas in the world.  I have to get used to all this and quickly.
  I enter a bar called "Er Colosseo" and smiling I enter with my suitcase still full of clothes and other stuff.
  B: good morning
  Very quickly one of the waiters joins me
  C: do you want help?
  B: no, I would like to speak to the owner
  C: are you looking for a job?
  B: yes
  C: ok, I'll be right there
  He ends our conversation with a full Roman accent
  I see a man come out with a little beard, slightly blond hair not so long, tied up.  He is dressed very well and is walking towards me
  P: good morning miss
  B: good morning sir, I came for
  P: yes, yes I know, they told me that he is here for work
  B: oh well, yes
  P: you are lucky, because I was looking for a bartender
  B: oh as a bartender ...
  P: don't you like it?
  B: oh god no, that's fine
  P: ok, I'll call you Mirko and he will accompany you to the wardrobe
  B: what?  Do I start now?
  P: yes it is urgent
  B: ah ok ...
  P: Mirko!  Come, take her to the lockroom and have her put on the bartender uniform
  M: ok boss!
  The curly-haired and always smiling boy turns to me
  M: hi, I'm Mirko, I'm 27 and I'm from Rome, I'll follow you for your first few days.  Where are you from?
  B: Puglia
  M: ... I understand ... Of few words eh, haha ​​you have to open up if you want to have this job
  B: uh yeah, the time to acclimatize me
  M: Ok!  Don't expect me to be nice to you, you just arrived and you have to earn my sympathy eh
  B: is this what has to do with it?  At work you have to be professional and not nice
  Mirko looks at me from head to toe with superior air
  M: oh well, keep it, with t-shirts and an apron, move to work
  B: uh ... You have to drive me right?
  M: yes ... On the right is your counter, at the end is the bathroom, the room is there and you have to take orders at those tables and at the bar
  Mirko points out to me in a bored and very fast way the place is actually too fast to make me understand anything
  B: wait, at which tables should I take orders?
  M: argh, be careful when I speak, I said those
  He points me to 6 tables in a corner, tables that aren't even set up
  B: ok!
  M: give it fast, go if it is filled
  B: ok!
  M: Can you say anything other than "ok"?
  B: but do you have any problem?
  M: if you leave like this, I'll make your life 'n fucking hell
  He refers to me in aggressive tones and then he goes to the exit to light a cigarette.

  I head to the counter, take some red and white checkered tablecloths and start setting my 6 tables
  A girl approaches me with a skirt, a shirt and a tag with "Martina" written on it.
  Ma: hey you, what are you doing?
  This girl with bob hair and bangs, their color di lei is a mix of red and blonde.  Her face di lei is soft, with slight freckles on her nose and cheeks, her eyes are clear.  Her face di lei is perfect, colorful, lively.
  B: um ... I'm Bianca, and I started working now
  Ma: yes I know that, I mean the tables
  B: I'm setting my tables
  Ma: but ... these tables are broken ... they must not be set
  B: how not?  The waiter ... Mirko, yes he, told me here and these are my tables
  Ma: leave it to that one, that's not true, these tables are forgotten by the club, they must not be set.  We need a bartender and not another waiter, go back to the counter, I'll show you what you have to do.
  The girl turns and heads to the bar and I follow her.  Arrived she points me to some bottles.
  Ma: those bottles on that shelf are all alcoholic, those others there on that other shelf are non-alcoholic.  Before giving alcohol you must ...
  The girl explains everything to me very clearly and very quickly I feel more confident in myself and we start working.

  It's 11:45 pm and we're not done yet.  The bar counter is full of people, there are drunk, lonely, in love, perverted, shy people;  There are hundreds of personalities in the bar alone, and I'm looking at them all, I'm trying to socialize with someone, but I can only stupidly socialize with some drunk man.
  Client 1: And in the end she cheated on me with my bastard brother
  B: it is not respectful to call a brother like this ...
  Client 1: he fucked my wife!  What should I call it?  My love?  my life?  My blood?
  B: well ... basically he is right ...
  Client2: Give me a  vodka lemon! (With a Roman accent)
  B: wait a moment
  I whisper to the man I was talking to here and I reply to another customer
  B: Sure!  Here comes!
  Between me and me: Ok now I have to make a lemon vodka ...
  I take a booklet with all the most requested drinks and start taking vodka, Schweppes and Lemon Soda, I mix everything and I hope it is a real vodka lemon.
  B: You're welcome!
  Client2: it's finally ready!  What does it take to make a cocktail!
  B: I'm new, give me time to settle in!
  I answer with a dry and confident tone, even if I don't think she heard me because there is loud music and everyone is shouting, dancing and singing at the top of their lungs.
  B: excuse me, did he say?
  Customer1: teo
  B: ehm, sorry?
  Customer1: my name is teo
  B: oh, my pleasure, I'm Bianca, but I have to behave professionally at work
  Client1: Your colleague doesn't seem so professional to me ...
  She turns her head and points her chin in the direction of Mirko, who has all the girls around him taking turns making out.
  B: yuck ...
  Customer1: so what?
  B: I will never get to that point ... anyway ... you were talking about that bastard of your brother?
  I tell him leaning my elbows on the counter and my chin on my hands.
  Teo smiles at me and starts to let off steam while I professionally and continue to dry the glasses