Oh well ... now hath been understood. We're on a roller coaster ...
Last week, begun under the auspices of the worst, was generous with twists that somehow have rebalanced my imbalance (which is always unbalanced, but so ...).
1) They "rigambato" the mother-in-law. After months of waiting, finally got the prosthesis. Past the initial time of gassing, sciura finally realized that to walk again is not as simple as he thought. Fortunately, because we can manage it better, focusing on progress feasible and stop wasting energy on unnecessary to hold off his diktat of "do not want nobody home!" "In July WANT to go to the mountains!" and other amenities like ... Yes, because she, at the tender age of 82 years, I think - put on the leg - could compete with Peter Mennea ...
2) At work, they finally discovered the cards. After weeks of anxiety, but no, let's say terror (in times like these, my lady ...), came the official announcement of the plan with the redundancy ... In the best traditions of style be your death, life, mea, "we learned with relief that the plan will not affect our division ... Not because we are particularly nice, eh? but because we are the ones who bring money home ... So, for moment we are still profitable and that makes us practically untouchables ... So much so that we too will give back the stock, which should resume his duties next week ... The three slipped by my colleague, sincerely, thank you.
3) Meanwhile, I was not with our hands, and around job interviews, I came across an episode worthy of the best comedy sketch of the Greenfinch in his phone call today (for those not familiar, this is : http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=8BIe4ep-45c&feature=related ). Because only after an hour's interview, I finally realized that the girl I was interviewing for roles other than that for which I had proposed ... I had some suspected during construction, because in fact the questions did not seem very consistent with the characteristics of the position, but you know, sometimes' sti graders take it away ... Well, I think in the end the girl he wanted to sink into a crater which opened under his feet instantly ... I did not know whether to laugh or cry (but I was more laughing, telling the truth) ... In short, in the end we let each other cordially with the conviction that I was not exactly the type best suited to serve as assistant to a hysterical head (obviously presented as "frantic").
And so, with the lighter mood, yesterday I vented by a marathon from 10-lasagne morning until one and a half last night ...
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