On Friday, at work, we breathe a different air. You see people smiling more and more eager to work. However, my boss, the more nervous Friday is when it is.
And now everything was different. Talking faces (happiness, leisure, plans), I did not say anything. During the month of August, on Friday we went out before work, and while almost all of my colleagues complain and say that instead of the three could go out at 2. More than one I would like my see them working 15 hours straight, burning his hands with bleach, having to squeeze a sponge to clean the marks left by glasses in the bar of metal. More than one, yes, more than one "he muttered.
I would like to see them wondering why the boss use much bleach to lighten the cloth. I would like to see their injuries later, and that smell ... the smell of bleach in the skin that appears not to want to leave.
But there they are. Complaining about this, what else. Now, I'm happy, is this working?. Sorry, no. Work was to carry boxes of cola, dark basement. Is to push that car with five boxes of Coke, a ramp 20 meters that seemed to never end. And the back pain. The calluses on the palms. That feeling of apathy and resignation. That, comrades, this was work, not what we do. That, to me, sitting at the computer doing what I do, it's a little game that gives me wisdom and comfort. I have fun, entertain me. Nobody bothers me, treat me well. It does not hurt your back, or I get calluses on their hands or smell of bleach. Working 5 days a week, removing the holidays and vacations. What do you want me to say?. I've been lucky. And I'm glad I lived those days in those bars, all those things. Sure. All that I lived and I saw, I use today to appreciate more the work. To not complain foolishly and without reason.
And I see my, with strange tingling in my stomach. Because besides being Friday, my vacation starts today: I expected a bye week and days in Granada. Break, that laughter, as if I get tired when you're sitting at your computer every day, as I say, doing a job I like and entertains. But hey. lives and enjoy the moment -I repeat every day. Do not know what will last. So I use my free time to write, play what I like, reading, going out, doing crafts ....
Today, for example, we have kitchenettes: croquetas caseras y un pastel de queso. He aquí, la prueba:
And now everything was different. Talking faces (happiness, leisure, plans), I did not say anything. During the month of August, on Friday we went out before work, and while almost all of my colleagues complain and say that instead of the three could go out at 2. More than one I would like my see them working 15 hours straight, burning his hands with bleach, having to squeeze a sponge to clean the marks left by glasses in the bar of metal. More than one, yes, more than one "he muttered.
I would like to see them wondering why the boss use much bleach to lighten the cloth. I would like to see their injuries later, and that smell ... the smell of bleach in the skin that appears not to want to leave.
But there they are. Complaining about this, what else. Now, I'm happy, is this working?. Sorry, no. Work was to carry boxes of cola, dark basement. Is to push that car with five boxes of Coke, a ramp 20 meters that seemed to never end. And the back pain. The calluses on the palms. That feeling of apathy and resignation. That, comrades, this was work, not what we do. That, to me, sitting at the computer doing what I do, it's a little game that gives me wisdom and comfort. I have fun, entertain me. Nobody bothers me, treat me well. It does not hurt your back, or I get calluses on their hands or smell of bleach. Working 5 days a week, removing the holidays and vacations. What do you want me to say?. I've been lucky. And I'm glad I lived those days in those bars, all those things. Sure. All that I lived and I saw, I use today to appreciate more the work. To not complain foolishly and without reason.
And I see my, with strange tingling in my stomach. Because besides being Friday, my vacation starts today: I expected a bye week and days in Granada. Break, that laughter, as if I get tired when you're sitting at your computer every day, as I say, doing a job I like and entertains. But hey. lives and enjoy the moment -I repeat every day. Do not know what will last. So I use my free time to write, play what I like, reading, going out, doing crafts ....
Today, for example, we have kitchenettes: croquetas caseras y un pastel de queso. He aquí, la prueba:
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