This morning you have clearly understood that autumn has arrived. The
you understand when to sound the alarm, in addition to the usual list of reasons that make you shared routinely reject the idea of \u200b\u200bgetting up, was the terminus un'ancestrale reason, buried in the depths of consciousness, over there, where the sun does not beat: the cold. That was technically shocking experience that feeling typical winter, longing quell'inusitato hibernation , September 13.
You're up and walked to work. At work. At work you have asked to move offices. To change teams, change boss.
Let me be clear, not because you do not like working here, in this division, indeed!, It's just that there customer no, that is why free position, you would really like a lot and, in short, yes, you know with 'is ...
The boss said "For me, no problem!" That there would be no harm if he did not obsessively repeated half a dozen times in about 45 seconds, causing reasonable suspicion that you really think: "You never abbantonafe me! You essefe my pfopfietà! I tfovata you, you essefe my pefsonale schiafa!"
By contrast, the beautiful, tall, refined AD pussy your agency's super-super-super-center in Milan, faced with the demand for your professional growth, he said "Good idea, let's check" agree you thought, "let's test your English," no problem you think, when your 28 in composition texts of English at the University of Bologna is turning in his grave hand in hand with your English course at the London School of Burlington with First Certificate.
On the other hand, English is important, especially for being a good PR. For example, your boss when he wants to refer to the most used search engine history of search engines of all ages - and we refer to that wonderful life partner named Google - does not say, as the Italians say average "Gugole. No sir. You want to pronounce it as a Mothertongue. This is using those strange sounds that do not belong to the indefinite Italian (who among us has never heard spitting in the face by a teacher / professor of English, for example, tried to explain that the TH is pronounced with the tongue between teeth and unleashing the victim to contact a real burst of machine gun Cioppino?).
now, your boss, about phonetics Anglo-Saxon, does not say banal "Gugole" as they all say, well, speaking, without being there to do the cool ... no! She, who is ahead, says "GUGHEL" that stuff is that every time makes you get goose bumps, one of the curses of the hair of the forearm, sbionditi from the summer sun, who was perched beautiful quell'interdetta to rest until he has not dreamed of repeating, once again, that "just go to GUGHEL.
Your boss is so, we must accept it, however difficult it may be. For her, wi-fi is pronounced "VUAIFAIV" and the best, the top, the silver medalist of all neologism neologisms that ignorance was able to give birth in the evolution of the human race (second only "redundant ") is what you use when making provocative and you see with the question: "Who are you, MANDRAKEN ?". And you must also have a straight face, go into a state of psycho-physical until apnea goes away, a second, screaming down the hallway in the grip of some senseless panic attack. And then, finally, you burst out laughing with your colleague.
few days ago your boss told you that you forget to go out only half an hour after the exit time, now you're nearly a Milleur and like all of you must agree Milleur work 12 hours a day, without have a house to clean, a charge to do, to change the sheets, to satisfy a personal care and so on. So today, when you left the office with a single, miserable hours of unpaid overtime, after you've applied a hair shirt justified and are confident, you thought.
Did you think that a new long winter awaits you and you noticed that every single day, while waiting for the tram that takes you back to the house, planted there on a traffic island surrounded by the chaos in the cement, metal , in the smog, already dominated by a gray sky in early September, well, every single day you think, "I hate Milan." Then maybe that is not in Milan itself, perhaps you, but no matter, you know that the space for the decreased blowjobs, you know that now you have to concentrate. You know you want to change now. And you also found on paginegialle.it there are 2 gyms less than 1 km from your home. Never wanted the sky ........
The tram appears on the horizon, and as you see it approaching, tired, outdated and dirty, you think that a week ago, more or less, you were in Crete that yes, it would be that the legend of Minos and Minotaur, half bull, half Schifani.
Were you in Crete for a wedding, you're playing on Thursday after half a day's work: you, Mid Melinda , two trolleys, a 20 kg bag and a backpack, which for four days of vacation may seem like an excessive equipment ... but it is not.
while the middle Melinda was driving a bright blue Matiz non-metallic, vintage '94, with crank windows and is not given an option as the clutch, did you observe carefully the Cretan landscape and concludes with a clear and unequivocal love all your soul, the Mediterranean (the sea, climate, diet) because everything Mediterranean is beautiful, including Diego Abatantuono and Salvatores.
While the Matiz is not bright blue metallic sobbing proceeded to dirt roads, hills, beyond which seemed existential always be nothing, no road markings and curves of smooth rock cliffs choked up by a wind-cultural rich aromas of Africa and Turkey, your spirit was lost in the beauty of the earth bare and sunburnt gruff, goats grazing (goats graze well, no?), the sea bluer than you've ever seen. E, meter by meter, something I was increasingly clear: the Cretans are opposed to imperialism the guard rail! Probably the average age of the indigenous population is so high because young people have died in a car, one by one, while driving drunk in the streets back from a Cretan evening with friends.
for the rest: the Orthodox marriage rite, the ritual of dressing, souvlaki, moussaka, raki, ouzo and retzina ... it was all good while you were there and now you're here, in Milan, everything looks even better (as say in your shares). Continue to look at the photographs, to react with your friends on that non-shared place better known as a virtual social feisbuc. And you feel you grow up in a waste cognitive summer can not be over. And for a moment I'm on vacation and return to the pool, turning to propose the opening of a "communications consulting firm ... ... of crap, in fact we do that crap," but it is established in a Mediterranean island.
you live in a place where it is always summer.
Want a damn life in flip-flops, of those lives made so ...
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