Dear Reader MERRY CHRISTMAS. Here we start with an incipit
suited to the period and the calendar.
I write now to escape the Christmas dinner, and as in all families of the South who have had to adapt to the Nordic costumes to celebrate the day with lunch instead of dinner on Christmas eve, the day begins dell'antavigilia, tap the its peak around 14:00 on the day which celebrates the birth of "Baby Jesus" and ends around 20:00 if you're lucky. Unless they reach the tail strike. It tells the story of Christmas lunches concluded supper of Santo Stefano, with patients, and joy for producers of slimming creams and digestives. With the amount
of food purchased will ensure the future education of children in large part for those dealing with food.
But I think that this is not the topic that should fill the lines of this post.
Week starts in a somewhat 'unusual. Before leaving, I stop for a minor revision exercise. I got a fix the first MRI of the week. At 7:15 I was sleeping in a pipe that made a noise from jackhammers.
At 8:00 I was already way through the traffic of the highway. At 9:43 I was sitting at my desk in Alba to produce, while the fellow was still stuck in traffic.
is a Monday greetings and panettone. He began to feel the taste of the "break ranks". Too bad I still barks a mountain of work to do. The evening ends with a bitter sweet pill. The bitterness is that of a future departure for Turkey, which ruined a good part of my future holidays, made more bitter by the world with which it is communicated.
The sweet and the onions with panzerotto vaunted by my colleague, and I finally had the opportunity to taste. Tuesday
seems that everyone is taken from a thousand things to do. Begin the first greetings and wishes for the holiday season. The College is a half day and do not know why I go to a Christian office hours. I would go to the movies but I set the lid, and I recommend you go to bed early.
Wednesday has lived all pending the meeting with the Turkish people. And here I can be delayed, because I lost some time to explain to you, turkish, that the numbers are wrong because they have entered wrong and not because the system is bad and wanted to make a bad joke.
the video conference, they also represent the head of the turkish, which occurs only in the Italian offices. The meeting shows that: all this urgency to get Turkey is not, as they are in strategic delay, I do not work on Christmas Day, I'm not going to provide support for activities involving other groups, that the controller is a pimp but I only buy pots with the lid.
Thursday and we just in the middle area of \u200b\u200bdemobilization. The offices are increasingly deserted and dark.
I seek answers, but who should be the guardian of knowledge is now gone. I
Combino little, I admit. The last cake is eaten in dribs and drabs, and discover that you can not drink alcohol in the office with a little 'catch me unprepared. So the last toast is lost in the fog and rain.
And then some 'unexpected arrival on Friday. My only thought is to return home soon, while starting from the morning greetings and best wishes. The
colleagues even require me to have lunch in the office to save time, too bad that my time is concentrated on a whole new round of tests on a new flow.
New tests and new errors that arise. I see this time of my departure away, but here's the Christmas spirit that comes to my rescue as the only employee of this office. Yeah, there are only consultants to work on Christmas Eve. Here the latter elected the cult of the festivities she announced that at 16:30 / 17:00 go away and then all you have to move out. I am now resigned to the fact that my job is blocked by those who do not resign myself there and childbirth. I greet the few remaining, wearing my cap and helper of Santa Claus on my sled driven by modern 100hp runs to meet Santa Claus, who according to the website www.noradsanta.org was the giver of gifts in Russia and moved westward. So I was meeting.
car fight with sleep hypnotic windscreen wipers. I can get home safely and asked how they do business and those drivers to travel with the dance before the eyes of the brushes. But maybe I'll find the answer in another trip. Now I'm home and I can kick off the weekend of Christmas.
Greetings dear reader, that you can find under the tree between the various gifts including 365 smiles that accompany you in the new year.
... chasing the sun ...
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