Finding time to post something becomes more of a mirage. The PiC
, PG and creative excellence, are locked in a sports hall for local exams enable the Bar and today is the day of the dreaded drawing up of legal, in theory, would be our golden ticket to the world of work (following laughs).
In fact, the fugitive, and understandable, tired of CPE put a strain on my physical and mental resources.
Christmas is coming and, like a new Santa's elf, but just in a bit higher, I distress to ship, deliver, perform, experiment.
The firm, moreover, demanded my presence among clerks hysterical and complicit judges who (thankfully) to postpone the hearings and ritch miles on foot. I, who, wearing my sturdy boots, news Swarz in a skirt (yes, that of " Swarz and now I'm Alex pappus my Kinder Pingu . Again this summer when he won the race and the interviewer had the strange feeling he was going to say "I'm Alex Swarz, won the race ... all thanks to my Kinder Pingu! ") seems to repeat the motto of 'Association Rescue Rescuers: "Among rain, wind and intempertie, anywhere will do my duty!"
fact there is no storm, storm or monsoon, which can prevent the sacred office of the line at the office notifications. Row these days is that fact raises the rain, wrapped version Michelin Man and adds all'ingombro usual calendars, cases, judgments and photocopied various pinzellacchere, also ombrellume and wet shoes that might make you do a nice slide on the charming marble steps of the court.
The file, however, I add, are not my forte.
This leads me to appear before the doors, strictly barred, offices, before opening time.
That in a nutshell means that I am to 7.30 are already operating there.
Now the question that lies at any able-bodied brain is as follows: "If this day work, night work and at 7:30 it is already parked in the court ... never sleeps?"
Here.
I have discovered.
I've seen things you people ....
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