The reasons
Sometimes I have the feeling that only write to complain about my lack of time. But I need time! Who leads? Huh? Who steals my minutes, hours, days? Who?
Well, now that I've filed with metaphysical questions are difficult or impossible to answer, I'll narrow the area to explain that, as regards the last two months, I know exactly who is thief. And I hate it, hate it and hate it. If I believed in the vud &ada in front of the visor. In December I did more hours than the chimes, which also make them sing them all, including the rooms. Dramatic beat. And not only me. Everyone in the office leaving lashes from looking at the screen, convinced it was worth, then we would go better. And then, when I'm nearing the end of the year when there are still three days to finish on time! Gentlemen! Yeara was finishing time! Will the program and start doing weird things and give wrong results and I start getting complaints galore but what happens? CHTML
a is to kill them directly) without having been backed up previously. And what came out.emergency meeting with a single point on the agenda, summary language that came to be: Then what the hell do we do? Damage assessment. You have to go through everything in over the past two months. Correct hand, from the program and see it ready. Come on guys, we can.
More hours. And more hours. And more hours. And all this was already Christmas. And begin to see light at the end of the tunnel ... It turns out that the bud had not only pacute, has decided to name one by one to all relatives, living and dead, the bastard that he had had bundled bundled ... could not decide if I started to crap on his father or mother.
But back to the meeting.
Question of the Day (I know it sounds repetitive, but it is what it is): "Now what do we do?
"You do not know. But I am going home. And the year he has run out of that busy.
- Are you going to leave it? You can not leave it!
"You look at me. And I'm
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I returned on January 9 (SundayEGIR manually work around the year 2010 and also try not to fall behind that of 2011, and the fool that follows on its pedestal of superiority. If this were the USA, where even the parakeets have gun, I reckon, and so on, and we were on the six dead.
worst thing is that, thinking coldly, I have to admit that part of my fault. Why? Because I like my job and I care not throw hours. The same thing happens to my teammates. And so badly abused us because they know that sooner or later we will solve the shit they go by.
Also, my lack of time is a problem "endemic." Not everything comes from my official work, much as in these two months has been the main cause. As I have to pay mortgage for two floors (the míoy that of my parents, who were forced to buy being retired) and community fees. Spillovers works, and the food (I have the habit eat every day), I had to find alternative work to do at home. Fortunately, the mortgage on my flat will finish to pay it within three months so I can leave any of them. If the consoles is not because they want. But sometimes I'm so tired ...
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