Today I feel administered. I know, it's not like getting up in the morning, dazed and sweaty after an unexpected sex, nervous or simply out of place. A little 'cold water, remove the dough to take taste of the captain's mouth, a clean pair of pants and jacket bought in good balance is more than enough to soak up those feelings. But not today, today they are given and my body is found thrilled, blown away by euphoria paradoxical that still fails to manifest itself in all its depressing reality. But I'll never fuck? A medicine? A suppository, such as that from small Zeppelin, the complicity of the aircraft sounding name, we thought we would fly? No, today I start my work in a bookstore. To be administered, in fact. So I suppose the agency said the interim, the Vaseline smile permanently inside the happy hour. "Your satisfaction is our best reward!" Where have I heard this phrase? Certainly it does not make me more comfortable. Certainly, abandonment for two weeks any extension the gorgeous world of unemployment, promptly grabbed after graduating in letterechetantononcicombininulla. Come on, who cares? At least, according to what I suggested the homunculus, a graduate in humanities can only find in the library's ideal medium. A lover of books, including books, prompter polite to customers carefully and scrupulously.
Behold, then, well-ironed shirt, pants and immaculate smile, ready for my first day of temp work at a shop in one of the largest publishers of our Radiant country. Hugs and kisses, we begin to ease, cash, stock, stock, cash, stock, warehouse, warehouse ... The days, weeks, there's the long-awaited extension. Via the shirt visible, the bright red uniform of order, with labels in a conspicuous place else then the director is angry. Something back ... I do not graduate, letters, books, contact with the public, humanities ... And while I only ever see the warehouse, plus a parade of acrobats and lackeys in the wake of a window dresser, a homosexual who claims to have the books by color. Bright colors, eh, now I'm mad! Customers there are way more and they find in Dostoevsky Gardening swearing that he saw Sandrone Dazieri doubtful wandering between fiction for children and other administration ... I humbly seek to assert our reasons for human ends, books including books, but the result of high-class boutique has now taken center stage. That you people are you doing here? Behind open boxes, and give yourself a move! The given does not fully understand their role and in the grip of a total identity crisis (but I was not supposed to? It seems to me much about being a jerk, now ...) it is expected, very serious mistake, mister with Vaseline, most unctuous and condescending than ever. "But never mind, this job is tailor-made for her, see, that things will improve dramatically." But things do not improve, and Mr. Tape is laughing with Miss Cutter, my inseparable colleague. I turn and given a degree in philosophy, poor fellow, is lost behind the shelves, gobbled up by a huge box. I do not find themselves more ...
Meanwhile, Mr Happy Hour has done a nice round of phone calls with the management staff of the publisher. In a given sector 7G showed signs of impatience with the tasks assigned. "You see, dear, high balls are sincerely concerned for your incipient depression. It is the climate of the company, the love that we try every day to spread a turnover shots, smiles and colors. Get well administered, so the end of the extension trecentotrentaseiesima we still joyfully extended. "What do I do? For the remaining weeks of the contract leaving the last shred of dignity and I start totally at the service of the company, so immersed in Lavorodellamiavita to go out with the evening and Adhesive Tape Cutter, now drinking buddies and anecdotal sad. Useless. The Big Boss has been forever branded the rebel administered and the extension does not come. Reason? For months I have behaved badly with clients, I never smile (but if I miss a paralysis that Renato Balestra ...) and I carefully made my cocks. And I thought I wanted to hunt for mild complaints about the job is not stipulated in the contract! You fool! No, I hunt for a hologram must have committed these atrocities in my absence ... I'm leaving, no longer administered. Ah, someone has given me a rectal foreign body burns ... ...
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