Dear reader, I'm still here. Here in front of the monitor buttons to press and put words together to tell my adventures, but this past week perhaps deserves more a story of what happened all around that he has lived through your consultant with charm and suitcase. So I could tell of the Italian soldiers who lost their lives in a distant land instead of feelings of sadness that I take every now and then, clashes during the match with that of Italian Serbian, instead of the sports event, the liberation of miners Chilean rather mundane event, the criticism of Santoro instead of phone calls from my head; recount of the votes in the Piedmont or the umpteenth boring job entrusted to me, I could do it, but I would go to distort the inner meaning of this section. So, dear reader, prepare to read of yet another week spent in the hills of the Langhe.
Monday I'm in a long time to do again in the passenger travel from Milan to Alba, I'm new to chat about work and everything else with my colleague. The traffic makes us slightly late at the office, but really ridiculous stuff, but enough for me to say to my entry: "DO NOT REMOVE THE COAT THAT WE NEED TO GO TO A MEETING" by the new sales manager. It goes without saying that I never received any notification of chance and not even know what it is going to speak. Are therefore current in the short journey between the home and the office where we will host the meeting. I'm so thrown into the midst of technical discussions and information flows, developments and exceptions. Ala end I'll also write the confirmation report about the meeting. Back at the office I have to retrieve a job left court Friday night. He seems to have a certain urgency.
returned in the evening in residence collapsed almost immediately and I wake up it is already Tuesday.
Tuesday flowing between one thing and do another. And in the stillness I do not even realize that it's late and watch the sporting event on TV instead of living it. Corro in residence just for the kick-off, but that does not exist. Among a jumble and the other the event goes up in smoke and I do not just have to go to sleep.
Wednesday I live all pending mundane event. Ah yes. You go to dinner at Rivoli and meet old colleagues with which I began my adventures. In the fear to come later widely in advance, while the latecomers do not deny history. You chat and we can see that some things have changed while others remain the same. Alas, like a new Cinderella must flee and return to Alba before it is too late and we all turn into pumpkins, but see old colleagues made me really happy.
And here Thursday. Finally conclude the tedious job that I had been entrusted. I do my preliminary checks, a couple of tests, and then go into production. The new manager is stunned to learn at a time not by the office, I finally finished this enterprise bibbliche. I'm so bored activities they can not even take the invitation of a colleague for a night out. I apologize and say that I can not lose Rocky2.
Friday. Nothing but the latest demonstration of the stupidity of the ogre, who SINCE present at a meeting convened last week, he, call for help when it is at the exit of Asti-Cuneo. Fortunately he is very hierarchical, and then, when I was a level below that of my colleague, are not considered. My colleague, after 2 minutes of call is already black. The call will last about ten minutes and will leave a layer of nervousness that will continue throughout the afternoon, until, in the evening, we called for an alignment on what has been said. This is done during a cocktail offered by the administrator, because if it were not for the ogre maybe we should have to settle for a phone call.
Together they share the parking office. We forward the administrator, with the ogre behind. Three time round and we lose, and say that the colleague is contained with speed. Call to hear what has happened and find out that they stopped at the pit stop. Without further hesitation the fellow pushing to get home and meanwhile engaging in yet another analysis of what has happened, again reaching the same conclusions, but this is not more work history.
... chasing the sun ...
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