One chooses a work for various reasons ... because he likes because he needs to live, to give a particular meaning to his days ... or even for all those reasons together ... You think I found it ... dynamic, professional, with rights and duties of a certain level ...
One realizes, however, not everyone understood the same way ...
And now you think you've given a particular meaning to your days ... and yet the sense is quite another ...
And now you think you can make a living from you ... and yet you realize that you live the other behind you ... and you ... arranca ...
And now you think you are a professional ... and - at least in professional flying over - but you realize that you are bound from head to foot ... always pù each passing day ...
And then you think ... "But I really like?"
drops are ... ...
unhealthy ideas of people who should sleep at night ...
drops are ... ...
delusions of omnipotence who should discover the true faith ... not the spurious daughter of business ...
drops are ... ...
your duties and taxes become ... Your rights end and printed on toilet paper ...
drops are ... ...
and if the image opening of not portraying the classic bucket just flooded, but a satellite ... why is the last of these drops is called "GPS" ...
... as if a GPS receiver to pay taxes on my behalf ... or I pay the cost ... diesel or make me ... or cheer me - at least - the day with some good word ...
none of this ... avalanche of phone calls only "you have on? ... working? ... why is it off?"
... the world starts to turn around too satellites ... those were really good times in which it did the opposite!
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