believed that the peace (or lack thereof) of my days in the new company came to rely almost exclusively on the factor "workload."
Every day, I realized that my subjects appear as a new variable for my welfare work that made me feel a bit of fear passes and kicking me under the table in each and every one of the meetings (and I think doing it on purpose), it is also ill-timed whistles past the music (that annoys me greatly), the blonde attempts to sabotage calibrated with different tips for children (the other day she was to bring the powerpoint to a meeting ... had been assigned that task especially ... and at the time of filing "oh ... the file does not work", my backup, which always accompanies me and saved me a week ago !)... Others are more quiet, irritable, yes, but barely stand due to the presence of these two.
This was not so bad, I always think that things could be much worse.
But today, today was the day. Today I realized that my subjects would be smoothly compared to what was coming. Because today in the morning, he rejoined a manager who had been vacationing, one that will work with me most of the little hand, as our areas are intrinsically linked.
The young manager, about 32 years old, was intelligent and focused, a gentleman, with eyes that one can not stop looking, a perfect smile Kolynos and over, single (no girlfriend, wife, or commitments ... to the details of my secretarial )
Then I asked myself several things:
- Why does it always have to show a perfect man in my workplace? One of those that you know the move that will leave you "in bed" with the Carilinas in hand and a big bowl of ice cream (or cake, or bottle of wine or other service not allowed by the diet, we love to eat in our lowest moments and deplorable)
- Why have so upset me handsome man around me?
- Why are you still single? Will a resentful that was abandoned at the altar? One of those eternal adolescents who can not settle down? Will sexual dysfunction?
- Why me?
Anyway, I was thinking about that every time he stopped working ... I was going to make a tea, and the little kid she appeared in the kitchen ... out to lunch with the fat manager and others and came with us ... prepared me mate and that he was with his thermos in hand ...
horita Luckily I have a therapy ...
My therapist says that I can not make ends meet without a new partner sexual ... I do not believe him!
Well, you do not want to believe ...