I'M LOOKING FOR A JOB AS AN INTERPRETER

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I'M A STUDENT OF ENGLISH PHILOLOGY.I'M LOKING FOR A JOB AS A PRIVATE
ASSISTANT,OR INTERPRETER(ESPECIALLY DURING INTERNATIONAL FAIR IN POZNAŃ);I'M
STRESS ALLERT ATTRACTIVE AND VERY SOCIABLE;SO FAR I'VE BEEN WORKING AS A
TRANSLATOR/INTERPRETER/PRIVATE TEACHER OF ENGLISH.
cell phone:[phone]
e-mail:kacpato2.pl

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Firstly, don’t shout (switch off caps lock) people are trying to sleep
Secondly, enjoy the joke

Dubya's Choice at the Pearly Gates
While walking down the street one day, George "Dubya" Bush is shot
by a disgruntled NRA member. His soul arrives in heaven and he is met by
St.Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem: We seldom see a Republican around these parts, so we're not
sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer," says Dubya.

"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself:
He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you
must choose where you'll live for eternity."

"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in Heaven."

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to
an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course;
the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 72
degrees. In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse.

Standing in front of it is his dad ... and thousands of other Republicans
who had helped him out over the years: Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, Jerry
Falwell. ... The whole of the "Right" was there ... everyone laughing ...
happy ... casually but expensively dressed.

They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had
getting rich at expense of the "suckers and peasants." They play a friendly
game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.

The Devil himself comes up to Bush with a frosty drink, "Have a
Margarita and relax, Dubya!"

"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says Junior, dejectedly.

"This is Hell, son: you can drink and eat all you want and not worry,
and it just gets better from there!"

Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is
a really very friendly guy who tells funny jokes and pulls hilarious nasty
pranks, kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother with real horns

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They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it, it's time to
go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Bush steps on the elevator
and heads upward.

When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and St. Peter
is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says,
opening the gate.

So for 24 hours Bush is made to hang out with a bunch of honest,
good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other
than money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or frat boy
joke among them; no fancy country clubs and, while the food tastes great,
it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor, he doesn't see
anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special!

Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie
with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive.

"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat Robertson never
prepared me for this!"

The day done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well, then, you've spent
a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for
eternity."

Dubya reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never have
thought I'd say this

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Look up the translation of interpreter in a good dictionary

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why, please explain