The twists and turns of life. Let me tell me that I am half sick. I shelved this blog definitive as we began nearly two years here and told here. Just announced that on almost five hundred bodies on the company that feeds me. That is the opinion of the visionary who has brought on board to redirect the ship. Blessed be our guide. You tell him something, that gives me laughter.
general meeting of the department in a nearby hotel. A human resources - English and imcompetente, to be exact - sits next to the jerifalte to deal with the issues "legal." What all this sounds familiar I thought. Presentation on the appalling conditions of the market, the need for change, the ambitions of the company. Breaths. After forty minutes of fishing without getting close to the bull, the slide number forty-six, as the gift hidden in Roscón Kings, testifies to the bad news, for more inri tell us that there are still settling on the fringe renove plan. Ie have not yet identified all the victims of Sucse but in the meantime, "life goes on." As a joke that begins: "You who prefer: a shock or death?" That's it. There is much loose motherfucker, I think.
So soon we give you a leaf with the new organizational chart and if my name is not in the cartoon ... forget it. A few wise words are enough.
That is all. I close this blog by decision of the employer (in this case, and without creating the precente, myself). Publish a longer article, posthumously, with a file compilation of the best and worst of Life and Miracles in England - the contribution of a Spaniard in the Perfidious Albion to the anthropology of XXI century. Vanity is one.
Best Regards.
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