not find me crouched in a corner, rocking and groaning because I need a shot, but the month of July has ruled in my official entry in the "tunnel Facebook.
I think I started as a bit 'all' oh well ... cos 'is' I am "thing" ... mmmh , meanwhile I sign up, then leave him there ... so from now add only the photo to my profile and go out, look at the bottom of that amazing sun ... ah, yes, I have to change my current : "What you're doing now ?"... certain that sadness does not even have a friend under "friends" ... then I add someone and then go out, or do more ... But it sure is easy: I made friends who I see every day ... I dare push idietro over time: high school? medium? ELEMENTARY !!!... "Go to Addar to tag, to receive invitations to ignoring groups ... but above all, very important for my current state REAL thanks to facebook I discovered, to my memories of elementary school, Elisa.
Exchange e-mail full of " Nooooooo! Look who suffers !!!"," Nooooo! Really you ?!?!", " Nooooooooo, we must meet !!!"... In short, a bunch of "o" and exclamation marks and / or questions ...
With Elisa we met, after a few days, and we were equal but different, as I think can happen to most of those who, last time, we have seen with zain ounces, the notebooks framework pound, the pound bach ... when every day seemed perf pound .
Con Elisa ci siamo visti in uno dei più torridi pomeriggi di Luglio e, non l'avrei creduto, ci siamo riconosciuti già dall'uscita della metro Circo Massimo. Per la cronaca: se siete alla ricerca di un pomeriggio estivo di chiacchiere&gelato a Roma, andate ovunque tranne che a Circo Massimo: tra saracinesche abbassate, aria bollente e appiccicaticcia, e asfalto simil -liquido, di gelaterie nemmeno l'ombra (così come di "ombra" nemmeno l'ombra).
Evitate anche le zone intorno al Colosseo , se potete, perché per pagare un gelato ti servono le carte di credito o i lingotti d'oro (lo dico perché io ed Elisa siamo entrati, in una di quelle gelaterie Touring balls : we fell for it initially and naively strematamente after hot kilometers in search of ice- like to swallow ... but it is enough to look at prices on the menu to fake an emergency phone call and scram with relief). By Elisa
then we upgraded in a couple of hours, our past, present and future and - believe it or not - as soon as I said I was throwing around in curriculum like confetti in Rio De Janer , she - with a disarming calm - he told me: "My uncle works in an advertising agency, send your resume via email around him."
And already the next morning - on days when I had already moved the meaning of "morning" in the time slot "12-14" - I found the email of ziodiElisa .
And the week after I was already in evidence in the agency, which I found to be 4 minutes drive from my house.
July started well, then, as a sort of telenovela with poor script where all the pieces of the plot fit too easily. Summary of previous episodes
: Luke fuck at home, Luke taking advantage of free time to sniff Facebook , Luke finds Elisa-of-Elementary, Luke learns absolute without premeditation that Elisa has an uncle in an advertising agency; symbol start; new episode.
Even the most avid home would feel cheated, and yet this is how it went.
from the same chair-desk where I'm stuck now, I spent July from Monday to Friday from 9:30 to 6:30 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.. Days of laughter and surprise for all the new environment (big room with huge center table overloaded with wires, cd, objects inutilissimi and computer terminals), character (people who know how absurdly mixed dementia, professionalism, gestures of friendship and incazzature with a rapidity that can not always keep up). Now torn between pride and despair, between microscopic personal success (hit a "product name" or a creative text) and paternalistic disconsolate those who are unwillingly forced to teach the craft having too little time for layers behind. Days 9-10 hours of work, however very short chain, often overlapping, often chase when you run away in your hands (but just as often be treated with a defibrillator when creative ideas are in near-coma) and days 9-10 hours of virtually endless when you leave always on the same chair-desk where I'm stuck now, where you rimbecillisci internet (at the beginning with interest ... then staring into space), where travelers to the various stations to beg for something to do ("There is some work on the ball?", "No, not now, but you quiet, there's just something will involve ).
Days of enthusiasm for what you do and for the prospects that - Tiny pieces - you're building, and days of extreme distrust of the activities that sometimes languishes, for the difficulties that often make you feel stupid (given the billions of micro-discover things each time they do not know). Not to mention the miserable creativity that many times you force the language of the insurance companies, customers more consistent of this agency.
Meanwhile, outside the windows, the summer goes on with its bright colors. And even though in reality there is only the background around the radio, the clicking of keyboards and mice and the chatter of creative and account, often I think I hear the call of the sea bathing or the laughter of games on the beach, frozen cocktails night. Therefore, in the evening, as I put foot outside the agency, "I'm on vacation" without any special regard for myself that I hate the day after the trill of the alarm, continues to organize evenings (read "Night" holiday) : cinema in the late evening, beers with friends seraphic appointment at 23:30, outputs with Lady L. indented about 3 ... and so on, and not sleeping.
Inevitably, myself the day after you drag down from the mixed bed cursing myself last night (four hours), the agency comes with a patina nebula before their eyes, you give the coup de grace by nine pc hours. So promises "tonight but do not go out and sleep", and finally, leave ripossedere body and soul from the sun-faded out of 19, reminding him that summer.
Estate home you, I go out tonight.
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