This week I'm in Italy again for work.
If I needed any reminder that I'm working in a different country, today's meeting featured a lunch with a selection of beer and chianti. And when I walked into one of the tech's offices, his wall calendar featured a topless swimsuit model.
Even one year on in my European stint, I've still got to manually shut off the Pavlovian response hammered into me by every American HR group I've ever worked for, which made me back out of the building with my eyes screwed shut, yelling at the top of my lungs "I don't know this man! I am completely blameless for any action associate with him or his family or anybody that he may have come into contact with! Please do not sue me!"