This week we go to pigeon-hole with the other, as weeks passed, even if you have had some small difference. Unlike the other began with a Monday in Milan, spent in the new headquarters to accommodate bureaucratic issues, review some of my colleagues, chat, and attend a meeting. Would be all right if the meeting there was also the Orc, or if I was not able to discuss with him, but his cast by Al Capone distracted me and my good intentions are skipped. Fortunately, a moment of clarity has allowed me to silence me before the nth bullshit heard, while the rest of us yawned.
This "clash" ruined my good feeling I was able to build during the day, but luckily not enough time has allowed me to chew on too. There was a suitcase to make a start at dawn to set up.
Tuesday I wake up early and left for office. Traffic acceptable, and even the fog goes away. Office life is just hectic. It is to prepare for yet another meeting to settle the usual squabbles user and so on. When I finally return to the residence, place a couple of things, cooking, eating and sleeping. I get lost so the performance of Nevruz or leave the cinema. But I'm really tired.
Wednesday, refreshed from sleep I get back in and produce. Things obviously increase, but in my head formed the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing for a Sgambati, and this thought with me and supports me. I was finally given a desktop computer, so I have to leave my seat and occupy another, smaller but possibly even more ambush.
It's getting late in this round also, but now the worm has done its work, and even if I discover that I have the shorts, I conclude the evening with a beautiful Sgambati.
Thursday morning and one of my fantasies is about to take place. In the lobby of the residence looking for a blonde and a passage as I can tell the place and pretend to look for the car keys, the head of the residence gets up from behind the counter and says,
"THE LORD MUST BE IN AND AWAY WE MUST WALK! "
Struck. The blonde
sadly walks towards the north while I, with my hands in my pocket, I go to the south.
arrived in the office I discover that the fate of working has also wanted to put the load 11. So mark me rolling up my sleeves and produce produce produce. When
are now in the hour of overtime, for others, to write mail to decide which right and left Rocky 3 deserves more attention in work and I'm going back to my slice of cheese.
And although the film is dated, and perhaps the least famous of the series, I enjoy it like it was the first time.
Friday my only thought is to go home. It is fixed in my head. Work great vigor, and even when the user is stupid shows for the umpteenth time, some colleagues I rinfilano their quarrels, too, seem a little 'Rocky: head down and on and on.
I can miss my good intentions just 15 minutes away and home. Traffic is a bit 'but more sustained slide. Everything is fine until they arrive at the barrier. We are 3 in the lane I have chosen. With viacard we should want a second, but then goes down the driver of the first machine. Has problems but I do not know if the ticket with the card or the motorway. They spend 30 seconds down and the passenger. I see that after a few tries this hits the button to call for help, but nothing. From the second car down a lady after trying to park ... She stood between me and the first and did a maneuver that seemed to suggest: this is my car and woe betide anyone who touches it. I guess the reverse situation and I do very carefully. I can go right in the box next to the passenger of the first and decides to experience the thrill of crossing all the toll booths to go for help.
breaches the barrier, two shy with the toll they have decided to reproduce the historical passing between Hakkinen and Schumacher with me in the part of Zonta at Spa in 2000, and like him, while the two ran towards goal which I do not know I was filming a live .
Take the ramp to my house is pretty much parking. A collision in the third lane has created a blockage worthy of the bronchi of an influence.
just steps away from losing all hope to get home, when I grow the event and division. House, in my head there's only home.
... chasing the sun ...
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