Sunday, December 24, 2006

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Continued

Esta noche es noche buena y mañana navidad. Otro año se asoma picaro tras la esquina y una cana se despereza entre mis cabellos.
Se acabara poco despues el primer cuarto de siglo de mi vida, pero ahora lo que importa es la celebracion. Marietta ha venido a hacer que no me olvide del espiritu familiar de estas fechas y esta noche cenaremos lo mejor que hemos conseguido reunir y nos reiremos hablando del pasado del futuro y del presente.
Sin embargo, aqui, lejos del impetu consumista del momento, I can not help seeing this fog, think of all those loved ones with whom I wish to be.
I see my friends, drunk and serene, happy toast to the aunts and tb a little friendship. I remember my family and of course Juliet and as far as near as pretty as ever.
Today I remember all of you PC and tb. Today We Are One, today we are the ones.

For a very Merry Christmas and an even better year than we.

Roberto, the writer, raises his glass for all those in his life have been. Returning

Monday, December 18, 2006

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what I had left half now say that work beyond the sphere there are many other things that are essential to be able to consider happy, this is the case health, love, and many others that we will see below.

My health is as strong as ever. A relaxed and decorating my flabby body fat in the abdominal contour, but that does not stop there managed to be more than a year without asking for a day off sick (in fact the last three days I had to ask off work January 2005 were there in times of Gear). Occasionally it hurts a little neck or back, no doubt the result of hard work and soft bed, but it is something unbearable and I trust that if I get to swim two or three times a week, those troubles, and tummy , disappear quickly.

Love lives in Zaragoza, but still you can smell in a cold bed northeast of London. I've been 7 ½ years away from Juliet, content myself with a monthly call sometimes have problems with sound and masturbating with her memory where once showered her with kisses. It is terrible to be separated in this situation where no one knows if the union came one day or just see how Cronos shattering breaks the unbreakable. Sometimes I hear the clock in the morning, I see the emptiness that fills my bed and think about sending it all to hell, going to Zaragoza that evening (obviously if you leave work madrugaria not) and meet with her to see that I have the quiet life behind the corner. Then I sit, sometimes I give him a sip of the bottle, some get up to shave host all aware that I'll get to later but not that I care too much. Some Sundays, when there is work to distract me, I feel defeated, I get up at noon and I read, see movies or hear music perhaps, but nothing fills me all bored. Maybe go to watch the game, but even in the pub menus served for two ...

Then there's the money, that it is never too much and rarely even enough. Ahi think I can not complain, savings within the objectives ma and I had marked two years and three months paying me all my expenses. I always wanted ... NO always wanted ... NO always wanted to go to ... I always wanted to become independent NO soon, but never thought it would be this way. It's funny, living in London with all your loved ones (without exception) away, across phone lines or plasma monitors, where the talk is an effort that does not sound like dondelo but different. Anyway, as for the money, not bad. The relationship between what I need and what income allows me to create a mattress for more difficult times.

Friendships go as well as love. Sadly smoothly. Every time I talk to someone and we feel like laughing in the face of time. After the first phrases I recall that yesterday leave Gran Canaria and its sunny coast, sometimes on Sundays I even do a round of calls to see "who would go on to play a practice match football Quarries with porterias que machin traera con suerte solo 45 minutos tarde". En una de esas conversaciones le comente a Yeray que un dia, borracho, tras haber quedado con el clan polaco, solo en el taxi que me devolveria a mi soledad, me resisti a callarme ante un extraño y comence a darle conversacion sobre los problemas de mi vida, todo aquello que no le importaba al conductor una mierda. "Eso es que necesitabas abrirte con alguien y no tenias quien...".
Hay compañeros de trabajo, no obstante, que son gente risa, probablemente no sean principes de Nueva Inglaterra, pero si gente entretenida, con sus intereses y conocimientos. Es el caso de Tomasz y Kasia, con los cuales el otro dia pase una velada de ebria felicidad que vio mi nivel de ingles down at times directly proportional to the level of the bottle. However, as Juliet says, I'm becoming an intolerant and although they wanted to be more often (something that costs because I am the only one who does not speak Polish in their group which impose the language of Shakespeare) is probably my I would end up getting tired.

Family Well Thanks. Maybe I should call a little more, so as not to lose contact (especially with Gemma who is who unless I called) and of course I would like to be something more than the guy who lives in London for the new generation of Samper that is destined to conquer the world. But overall I am happy to consider further poderme also important from another core part of my life that has been converted into electrons (positive charges revolve around the outside). But now it's Christmas and she Marietta, which both groups (family and friends) will be represented by their presence in London in a dignified way (when Juliet comes happiness for the new year will be almost full).

The development of my concerns is hampered by changing my mood. Sometimes I feel good, and he recorded a compilation Juliet in which not only give a wonderful review of the history of my taste in pop rock, but also included a story written by me and narrated with medieval music background so that the tears I heard it first ... Other times I get home, throw my shelter on the mountain of dirty clothes (the next day I'll take you again.) Me naked and walk around my room slightly hunched in the cold, I give a lot of kicking a small ball that brought me Inko and shot me on the bed, sweating, waiting to arrive the next day to absorb my bad thoughts with obligations or maybe drown them in alcohol. Other days I wear glasses (my overalls intellectual) that are dilapidated and are held in a thin, sloppy design choice but to replace a lost screw.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

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life

take this opportunity that is presented to me this Wednesday night in London less than 11 degrees celsius and a picture, according to the "Forecasters" or meteorologists, they tend to become more and coldest, for a short dissertation on the evolution of my current life.
Sadly, because against my will has become the hub of my life, I have to start work: Mailboxes Etc, is in these moments, like many other companies in its peak year in the WORDS Peter (translated) December is the month that decides how it will be the year if the last month is loose, will not help all the rest have been better than normal, since the expectations are located in a December that is worth two of the other months. In the end, unfortunately, do not get the goal of a million pounds in cash during the year. Honestly I think it was a bit muita, since we got a million, but then pulled off that had to be nett and not gross (net, not gross) with which the figure was quite depleted and we were on the British island without the possibility of visiting the wonderful land of tulips , the thugs and whores. Not that I can complain anyway, since our tour of Catalan territory was immeasurable and I can not put so much time demanding these things, Amsterdam is non-attainment or not the laptop that I had promised in case of my numbers with the mailboxes were better than they have been.
in all it went to Holland but to Windsor, where we pay a dinner he had to go to label (there comes into play as Anthony provides a suit I was not the work of a good buy for the occasion, and the flights are so bad that it seems you've done with the plastic scissors and cardboard). Besides the dinner, transportation to the peripheral area of London and the open bar, also allowed us to stay each in a double room without having it to share with anyone, something to be welcomed as I had said to leave to chance the choice of with whom he would share the room was like playing Russian roulette with 5 bullets: Khalid, Anthony, Janusz, Tim and Janusz (I repeat this because with my luck last destination I had probably share the room with the worst person I like around the campus). The night passed between bubbles of champagne, gourmet food and of course Vodka, Vodka very well that hardly could (if wanted) to remember about how I suck for 4 or 5 hours that I was drinking nonstop. So
things, the evening was great: Khalid fantasmada saying that the hotel reminded Dubai (United Arab Emirates city which is characterized by luxury, being something like a bloated Marbella) as well as commenting on the guys who pretended to succeed that night with some ... I after a few drinks, seeing that he was leaving empty I could not repress a "Khalid is there, in the end got to go to bed with his right hand ... ..."; Then there was Tim, a nice guy of which, however, once I had to be probably the second least funny person in the world ... In this type of unusual circumstances, without being able to someone who pretends to be a show-type, did not miss the moment and gets to the dance floor shaking his ass like a duck and insights simulating aerial makes a face while Ecstasy was also "...; Janusz The Polish shop that I have shared bitter about how bad I do happen. This kind deserves a post by itself but in short I will say that I hate. Is a poor devil who thinks he knows everything and does not stop it being crap that every word a little more ridiculous. On the third day into the shop wanted to correct me on something that nobody in the company knows better than me, but in general every day does or says something that means a few hours later in a telephone complaint on my part to poor Juliet it's who you have to suck all the parts I do not give the boss (there is a chance to do so now because I just hear the guy above asked for a raise.)
Well, in general the Christmas party was a cream especially for the company and Kasia Tomasz, two Poles, but a good one, with whom I get along great and I have the funniest conversations.
More than once I've broken the happiness in the same 7 fields and as the end of the day life is nothing more than the pursuit of happiness will take them as synonyms and now, to give a little more rhythm to the composition decomposed , the ire broken down one by one:
- Location-student labor. The thing is fucked up at work as to be with this kind regards, the rest in the shop where I have Mailroom manager, which is something like manager and second-person section of the store with more responsibility and authority, the staff is more or less cope. A new girl named Alison, an American from Colorado, puts me in aprieos sometimes his accent. Today I wonder why I chose London to learn English instead of U.S. and said "no offense, but one reason is that I prefer the American English from here ..." tb but actually argue the obvious reasons of proximity and no need to get a visa. According to her (said with some anger and a desire to make me feel frustrated) my accent is more similar to theirs than to the British (touche). The other partner who did not cut a toe is Anthony, who as I said let me borrow the dress for dinner and the sticking point that I buy a small basket on Saturday that includes the book of Bukowski Post Office, a bottle of cd wine and Gary Moore Blues Alive. "
Well I'll have to stay here because it seems that the boss temrinado to do what had to do and I have no more timepo. Tomorrow I will continue with the rest of the fields of my happiness to my own mouth and excellent narrative you may know first-hand how it goes. "

Until then best of luck and I wish you good mental health. Curious

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

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On the path of the loser

that is the title of the latest book by Bukowski I've read (a translation of the most free never prevented me admit at first, because its original title is "ham on rye" q I like more for their similarities with the guardian on rye ...). Tb
I find interesting the fact that my wonderful space called "the path of the white rabbit", aunq we know that after following the albino rodent one ends up in a country of dreams and nightmares that have nothing to do with reality, as my life. Bufff
I ran out of time, q bitch again be ... Greetings rodents!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

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Heading to Zaragoza Zaragoza

While I think the subject or title of my post is somewhat crude and lacking in inspiration, but do not do anything about it, am about to relate, from work even outside of business hours, which has been such a wonderful trip Juliet's land.

Arrive mid-afternoon, it was Saturday and the cold London weather had given way to a nice rain which did not seem to be anything but if you neglect calan you to the bone, was in Zaragoza. Suddenly I saw Juliet, waiting with a warm smile and bright. We hugged and kissed each other quickly, wanting to try to beat a bit of ground that separated us while we had missed.

A short drive and a futile visit to the telescope, which was to acquire some much-needed contact lenses were the summary of my first time in the city skill.

walk from Juliet's hand in a strange land is always a wonderful experience, it has been in London, it was in Amsterdam and was going to be in Zaragoza. The highlights of my beloved home, quite apart from its breathtaking views and the friendliness of those who dwell therein, for the exquisiteness of its cuisine. Never before had so quickly eaten such a variety and magnificence: Carpaccio, mullet, shrimp and lobster, Migas (dish Aragones), piquillo peppers, croquettes, salad and a beef tenderloin that was so tender that, to caress with the knife is opened as the Red Sea.

Skills, stung by my colleague, took me for the right places, showing me the delights Baroque, the towering Roman walls, the always pleasant vision of a river lit up at night by both sides, but also somewhere where I take a drink, relax and even watch a movie on Sundays free.

Zaragoza is a great city, miniscule to my beloved London, but impressive when compared with Las Palmas and almost as many inhabitants as Liverpool and Manchester together. But giving a return to what I said Juliet's father went to the banks of the Ebro to see, apart from the city, the monument is Juliet and in that sense I can not complain because the 48 hours we spent together gave a little sense of loneliness that follows me in the capital of the world day after day.

Then, of course, it's time to go home and face the lion's den I've turned my room, ordered a little and lie desolate to see over time. But anyway, always WE HAD Zaragoza.

Friday, November 24, 2006

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The title of this post will be translated to the screen and involuntarily separated me a bit of desktop to see in perspective the Panaroma communicating than I thought. Zaragoza
besides having the not inconsiderable figure of 620,000 inhabitants, the stone monastery, the virgin of the pillar and one of the few English clubs to have won the European competition, is the birthplace of Juliet, which he has had ever lucky enough to stumble with it will know which is more than enough to be dropped over there.
However, while every cold morning, alone, I have to make Herculean efforts to get up, sometimes having to resort to that bottle of rum, some to the little range and also not to say that sometimes a morning masturbation session, always, always think that hell is what that child makes me cling to her pacifier to the capital of the world, a city of hope and despair that may be what that prevents me from taking the decision to define the future more uncertain than in my life has been.
Then comes the subway, sweat, hustle and newspaper full of news that are only interesting when you read over the shoulder of that goes to your side. That face of circumstances of the Manager to see late in making it a full week delay of between 7 and 26 minutes and the arrogant thought that staying in my mind this time saying "I tell you Anthony! Your callaito the mouth here, but you're the manager, who has favor with the boss is the Kid! ".
But that feeling does not last, I guess the mountain of letters to classify asphyxia, sinks into a lethargy of not waking up delayed start of the next day.
To all this, I have not responded to the big question: Which is what keeps me?
- Is it the commitment to my boss? "I guess that plays an important role, especially after the trip to Barcelona that it quickly dismissed as "a reward for a year of hard work and a future of mutual commitment." You was quick to tell you how much you would like your child to attend the "Classic" (said in English among their native ways of Southampton).
- Maybe they should work, the power of salaries in pounds compared to that unfortunately sickly familiar scene with the massive forged euros burning calories ... Oh dear

boss says Come on Roberto We Are Going home (each to his own) so this is

temrinado for today and I will continue giving the issue after going to Zaragoza, perhaps with new lights

A hug and that you have (as he says Frasier) good mental health

Monday, November 20, 2006

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again I catch the bull

Every time I prepare to update the journal I find that the events that have taken place lately are too numerous to translate them into a single post. Maxime if they are to do with something of quality (which luckily I from the first blows to the keyboard decide aside). Count

trip to Barcelona is a necessity, an imperative even for something like this does not happen often on life, in fact mine was kind of brutal destruction of hymen q q is in doubt once again.

I present at the airport on time (something strange on me) wearing jeans and a shirt of pulp fiction in which Travolta and Jackson pointed a gun toward me looking as a Bible text suggests that it going to brush. Peter said to me something like Oh dear! (What would become a "my God" in English, but without mentioning any deity). After that I explained that I had access to the VIP area of the airport and needed to take to get better paint. (I got una chaqueta de su hijo encima y listo! Alli me mame tres gin tonics a toda leche para que mis coloretes empezaran a hacer aparicion. Habia que almorzar y para eso nos dirigimos a un restaurante en el propio aeorpuerto donde mientras Peter regañaba a su hijo por no haber bebido suficiente, nos sentamos a pedir una bandeja de marisco y una botella de champagne para celebrar el que seria "el viaje de tipos" a ver al FC Barcelona. Una pasada, se rieron de que diera buena cuenta de la ostra que venia en la bandeja sin casi pensarmelo a pesar de haber dicho que aun no las habia probado en mi vida.

Esa fue la tonica en general, me pagaron todas las comidas, los taxis que necesitase, la entrada al partido, el alojamiento, y las bebidas por la noche. Cuando gracais I told him I said "thank you for your years of hard work ..." and all those kinds of things one is not expected of a boss (come as standard practice is that one incurs a sack but it never agadezca boss and this man is carrying, not only in terms of incentives, but now that tb .)

Best took place (apart from the great game the only thing that was bad was the result) anyway the night that we ride and we stick an unprecedented binge. We went in Barcelona's Olympic Port, where there are lots of mini pubs and we were going from one to another and calling until the end and then start again. At the end I could not cope with the beers (thank god I decided to ask because otherwise beers had dead.) The conclusion was to finish playing the bongos to the animation of a pub had vacated a second to take a break. I did it with such seriousness that Peter joined me and played some dishes with his head.

Worst to slair, where a guy approached me to talk to me and put her hand on her hip, I wonder if it was an English that had come to support Chelsea (I had heard talking to the son of Peter in the language Shakespeare). Naturally I said no and that was the Barcelona to sack and a whole series of crazy things that always gave and when I'm drunk I suppose most dire times higher and even less interest. Q The truth is when we set out to take away the taxi and I felt that something had happened, so check instantly if he had the wallet and saw that they had taken Gañan. I ran to him and told him what happened (Peter said that I was a little violent because he grabbed her arm, but I think not, in fact I remember to have told more like, "I have removed the bag and such ... give it back ...) in natural plan. The inexplicably handed it back and finished with all my belongings (the portfolio had two credit cards and a hundred eurazos) safe in the hotel.

The next day the worst happened, I went to English recharge my mobile and told me my phone card had been canceled because there was recharged in one year to which he replied "no more skunks ayercito but if it received a call" in Catalunya is impersonate better abroad if you're not so catalan d rather throw the ease and pretend to be English or Argentine simulate gave me a Mexican accent, which is much coolest. The fact is that the guy was up and down like a whore breeches p [ara at the end say that unfortunately had expired that day and therefore could receive the call previous (hoaxes).

Finally, the fact is that when you return to the Canaries, if not remedied Orange (q I doubt) I'll have to use a new number (which will make me get rid of all those unwanted calls q never received while I allow to think that if the rock does not call me ever to meet me aq can occur not have realized that the number is no longer valid and they are happening infrucuosamente whole afternoons trying to communicate with my former number.

Well I leave and I am still in the office and it is growing late. Tomorrow, if things go well I will dedicate more things to tell (you know you not.) So far today I wisely to get away with a fresh wind that I expected a bit of food to commission yesterday nepali phone (they are the cream but is very similar to Indian food) and it was brutal (but unfortunately I'll have to throw tons today of rice to fill because yesterday devour most of my desert rations.) And is that since Juliet has given me the life of someone living alone since I have been an uphill struggle sometimes to not look like a poor stray dog do things like order food for two and eat it in two days ... put a mask on the wall of the house (much more ugly that Juliet of course) and talk regularly and even laugh out loud at his jokes ... in short, normal things. The thing is not that bad ... except for a few days ago I saw a small group of children who have just left school and were all in uniform with his Bow-Tie and its pullovitos ... all in a row of two shaking hands, just feet off the ground and I each step follows the mind frame of mind:

A few would be able to topple hosts before anyone was able to stop?

Anyway, as I said Michael Ende "that's another story must be told in another place."

Sunday, October 29, 2006

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much, much, much

Long time no write, The q as counting and waiting anxiously.

I guess most of my readers already know that Julie, in the middle of this month (although it seems that a couple of decades) is returned to Zaragoza to work in the pharmacy of your mother. Curiously, in English, when something is definite, when there is no "more turning back" is said q is "for good" with q imagine the egg touched when I am asked over and over again if Juliet has ido " for good. " The first time I said had gone "for bad" but the joke does not calo so I will not repeat more.

Life without Juliet is a frame with no picture. I get to the floor and see it as always (well, maybe even a little bit messy) but not its core, your heart, your heart with joy ...

After they left the thing was a bit hairy, I thought it would end in a seedy pub in the city of oblivion singing a blues q desperate for love would not leave my mind. I had to look for a place to live because of the flat we had, paid only for me, I would prevent saving, which is at the end of the reason why I'm in London instead of attempting gigs elsewhere in the world ...

So I started to see stories with a week of room to find something and move. Started, as always, the area could get more cream in a matter of getting to work and central London. I work in Baker Street (Sherlock Pistachio area) would suit me in North London ... furthermore, as had already vivido en el oeste, en el sur y en el Este, parecia que lo boreal era lo que mejor me iria...

Visite unos cuantos, y siempre me recordaron a peliculas que habia visto. El primero q vi me evoco "Tumba abierta" del creador de "Trainspotting" y "28 dias despues" (siempre he odiado eso... como si el tipo no tuviese nombre... Imagenense q estudiasemos Literatura y dijesemos: "La galatea" del creador del Quijote! o arte, la fragua de Vulcano "del genio creador de las meninas y las hilanderas!". en fin q me recordo a la peli de Danny Boyle). En ella tres tipos recibian visitas de candidatos a ocupar a una habitacion vacia y se la partian de ellos desechando a uno tras otro. EL piso en si estaba crema, la situacion dificil d emejorar y los tipos seemed to laugh, but I saw him take my tel with little interest and never call.

Then I went to see in the same neighborhood and the elevator was turned q d as the "community" (creator of "Day of the Beast" and "Perdita Durango") with those bars have q q closed manually while hand of the murderer tries to grab them through ... He climbed the stairs and cons with it, its long corridors and urbanistic style "Cea Bermudez" seemed a flat pijillo, q was but a hovel for 20 need a thorough reform and did not. The room was huge, but the carpet was down at every step pco probably thousands of lives by walking arthropods biased. I told them I would think little later and called my home to inform I stayed until January.

That is a bundle? q if for truth, but at least it returns the finances that would be otherwise and so spending is not so much.

Well, in another vein. Tomorrow the boss and I'll see you in the aeopuerto at 12 to ship to Barcelona where we will spend her son and I two nights in a hotel http://www.grandhotelcentral.com/es/index.htm go for Tuesday to watch the match of Barcelona and Chelsea in the Nou Camp. As my brother Tato this is a chance to live a unique experience because not only I'll see a great match for the European Cup with my team as the current champion and top seed of the bookmakers to win the title, but will be against the favorite and caompa1ia sgundo my boss, is synonymous with qu q do it with a train of expenses and luxuries q I myself had I not been able to afford.

As one example: the boss told me I had to go most of the time with clothes "casual" (that is informal, not carried by ADEX!) But that tb had to wear a jacket porq we would go on Monday night to eat a fancy restaurant whose dress code from going without her ... (Takes zambomba! Zambrotta!).

And amid all these thoughts and connects opposite (julieta progress as shock and have found no floor or something half good and half bad pq live in a place but pay much cream and wonderful journey in his own words is q reward a year of "exceptional work" on my part) yesterday celebrated Halloween with the Poles in the house of the Polish Tomasz good compis of my gigs. Interestingly

Yeray used to say that I was the alcohol Zangief (video game character "of the creators of Resident Evil" which was characterized as that of most endurance (and have hairy chest and a communist). Because Yesterday I felt like a schoolgirl to see these Polish nursing Cossacks shot vodka in shot. The truth is that my stamina elogiarn more shots because he drank q almost anyone, but true q tb I took with raspberry syrup and them capella (in fact the husband of the Polish trbaja q har Tuesday cnmigo enough). But in general, although occasionally when they spoke Polish and I was randomly q say "tak" or "Nei" to make myself understood. I guess I sonsacarian Polish bestiality statements confessing my hobby and my aversion to insects in the striped pajamas, but a good time.

Well as I think the timepo not give me for more. I leave you with the intention of returning soon to write, q tp if not so okay. and hope and the desire to have a great time this weekend prox (comes julieta to me) and tb in the game q q I hope the Barcelona win. I'll buy a small travel bag and a new button-down shirt for the start of Marx. Q tengais

Greetings all good mental health. Resume

Friday, August 11, 2006

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So long friend! A day's work

something in ages that is not a customary for one reason or another has been left aside, it is always a bit extragno (to the extent that one can forget how it put the damn letter Anglo-Saxon audience in a keyboard). The rhythm is lost, the things that count are such that the fear of the certainty of forgetting something important to do to stay on the drawing the bulk of the information. But in the end and that is what comforts me, work habit and will return the brio that never should have lost and the best (probably not mine) the freshness of a holiday period, which will make read in these lines is not only welcomed but more expectation tb fitted look more inspiration.

As many know, Marietta, my younger sister, step one glorious month in London's joy this land permanently. I get excited and was satisfied. It came with the firm decision to improve their English and went with luggage full of stories to tell and a few other clothing and maybe even a few timid gifts. As my lizard friend was saying, when it is necessary to adopt a parental role which brings me to keep compustura in situations where normally the closet a little longer. In the last

Saturday, May 27, 2006

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Canary calls I have seen that practically no one has the remotest idea of how I make my bread. For this so disturbing that I doubt you corrode and deprived of much needed sleep to be clarified once and for all, I am about to write in these lines more or less what is being a normal working day (according to official sources).

9:30 Check in to work. 9:35

came running to work, greetings to all host Anthony (manager) without stopping, because I want to give the impression that this (which happens almost daily) has been beyond my control and I intend to catch up . 9:40

I stuffed the black apron of Mailboxes Etc (the word comes from knob as a sedentary lifestyle is putting me a little sausage), so I leave the room hastily and asked Staff to Anthony that this is , the good and I replied that happens to treat any subject related to the gigs, usually have a couple of packages arrived, who has written in the book but does not know where to place or fill in the "slip" (small piece of colored paper we put in the mailbox of the customer to alert them that they are receiving something that does not fit into your inbox) so it leaves my hands. Miro 9:42

three or four packages: some required signature, so I separate them and places where I decided that is best suited. The Mail Room distributor so that items that require a signature are left and not right, also depending on the post office box that corresponds to (a number from 1 to 999), put them in a particular place (subdivided left and right in sectors such that 1-50, 51-100, 101-150 ... no one should be ready to continue the sequence). This step does not take me long but I do it with care because if I lose my ball thinking about those days you spent playing Baldur's Gate II I can be wrong and give the 187 includes a set of the 178-something qa Russia will step once and outcome could be disastrous. 9:48

Miro's client list. Misom now have 550 customers, but only 495 are current on payments. Pisses me off to think that they're all defaulted and I am about to call some of them to remind them or they pay us or cancel the mail box. I hardly get to talk to someone, I leave a few messages on the voicemail and if someone answers me I feel fortunate despite not hear more than a "no no no, do not cancel my account, I will pay ..." . Then look who just expire and if any (usually about 3 a day due to bad orgnaizado was this before, but I aspire not to have to come to this in the future) sealed his mailbox and pulled out the letters ue have, put the mail in an envelope and put it besides, if she appears to pay some day, otherwise I return to post as "wrong direction" for forwarding to the person who sent the letter.

10:30 The first hour of work has been flying, I have very little productive. I glanced at my list of "tasks pendientes2 and see that I have not made progress at all. Of all omdos it is too late for that because they reach the post-bags. The postman always say four words as in plan" and put signature here your name "I have done and about 48 times and believe that I still need to tell me. I ignore him and drag (pESN an egg and are uncomfortable to wear) all letters to the mail room. There they begin to separate them into stacks of 1 to 40, from 41 to 99, 100 to 199, from 200 to 299 ... from then on I let you imagineis how it goes. Once I did this (it takes me an hour or more) because of-way if it happens, I recognize some name as "expired" the control envelopes tb expired accounts and I have to listen to Anthony and Lynoise criticize any otherwise (the Malasya enters at 11 and passed the day by putting British cane in my ears).

11:45 or so. The batteries are ready and I start each mailbox metyr cards. We do it from behind, ie. All the mailboxes are attached to a wall. The customer comes in and needs a cock to show him that this apeletonado with others for space at the maximum. I still fill up behind the wall because you say it is not so, but only a partition separating the mailroom, from which is easily accessible content of all mailboxes. Put them all cost me an hour (not bad eh time!)
help me at this stage anyone who is out there except Anthony, who thinks he has CSAs better to do than be like a monkey or a baby across a septum putting stuff in little holes ... Between 12 and 1 if all went well temrina this stage of the work day.

13:00 to 13:30 I arrive el momento del break, como un automata me enfundo el pullover, salgo a la calle y sin pensar en lo que hago me meto bien en el tesco, bien en el bene-bene cadena de comida rapida sana-natural-y-recien-hecha de la zona o bien si la cosa promete al Kentucky Fried Grasa.

13:30 Observo que todo haya quedado bien hecho y me retoco lo que no lo este. Adema seguro que algun cliente me pide que le haga alguna fotocopia (algo que ha pasado varias veces durante toda la mañana) o que le diga cuanto cuesta enviar esta carta a este lugar. No fueron demasiados por la mañana porque desde que soy Mail Room Manager me la come un poco atender a los clientes, prefiero encerrarme en mi cueva estrecha y claustrofobica entre cartas que nunca son para mi. De vez en cuando I read a postcard as if there is a voyeuristic chance of any kind, I am not of those who leave go. Temrinado AHRO all this I have to send the mail redirected, it takes me more time (which I have now), so I'm about 3 hours doing it. Besides being interrupted more often because it gets more tense. 16:30
temrinado
I send letters to those who have a PO box and want to send them instead of coming to look. I have become all more than they ought to have gained my commission d emode thicken my own account and wanes ls. I get to serve customers and explain how ...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Tearful Gas Component

Sex, fat and games

Today must be a good day. I'm longing for and plus I'm putting everything in my power to so be it. Today at work I've behaved (as usual) and break me a break I gave my pseudo regime to stay a little more in shape (had suddenly gained 7 kilos and had a slightly plump figure to what I usually do my usual). The way to give myself a break in my month of healthy foods has been the worst possible, and therefore the best, go to Kentucky Fried Chicken and give me a big menu with two extra pieces of chicken (which is usually on whether another menu .) After that a stick of Kellogs of which have almost no calories and heading to the Kiosks to buy the newspapers football-teats of the British capital. Today must be a day to remember and nothing's going to stop me. If Barcelona do not win the champions will be a little disappointing but follow the wise counsel of John and lieth me thinking anyway leave behind a "good day", that is assured. Buff
fucking nerves that do not know how it is possible that some q in theory should not go or come to me so I have. It sucks because pounding the keyboard at all host as if you were writing something interesting and safe in the cyber think I am too a scholar or somethin 'and I'm really not that saying ma broods about a peculiar sort of smile will show the whole world who is better (than my of course).
fine thing ... and the worst is that I have no desire to talk of nothing else and in fact I'll leave here to get into the websites of sports ... q horror! weno but this happens at most once a anyo and must take advantage.
Greetings to all such muxaxo

Sunday, May 7, 2006

Caress Body Spray Water Fresh Breeze

football bestburglar @ 2006-05-07T17: 47:00

Q! Glad

read a comment of yours, and I must admit that is usual and customary, gives birth to situations that were overshadowed by the veil of reality or the mask of lies.

Gran Canaria, especially in the last stage, the travails of a team that lived in an eternal past and an elusive future sourly tuned to a life in front of a PC waiting for the connection of one or the other and pages torn between signings not signed by "good" projects and hopes faded. Was there

Catalunya Cup-shaped auditorium for 2 or 3 on 3 in Las Canteras beach, but not broadly managed to fulfill that Shyamalan Max Raimi or perhaps remembered me saying q "with great power comes great responsibility."

Then of course there were friends and relatives who were ... I do not say they were ... I mean SON! a museum full of trophies and a reason to feel happy and proud in the saddest of days.

But ultimately, as I've ever commented sits right on the streets, those 5 years of drought from barcelona were a continual desire to "get back where he used" a call to the Return of the Warlord which did not actually occur.

Then, as you know, get London and those 10 million possibilities, and Juliet came to life is more or less pounds mia and that makes me feel good. The Barcelona or so while I take my decision, float Rikjaard first year that seemed more of the same, to start stringing wins and become the team-envidiadelrestodelmundo it is now. I remember that before coming days, with the signings of Owen ads for Madrid and the Barcelona Eto'o told me that my team owner would just meringue Ronaldinho ... I now believe that the only serious Casillas cules holder with ...

Of course sometimes it is evolving ... but sometimes, after investing so much suffering on a computer is good to see that things are scary and even though the Gunners are a lot of love I have too, it is true that I said that London'm not pro-anybody, "but only" anti-Chelsea. "

This may take me to relive that said that at the end of Buscon Quevedo, "and worse fuel because he never changes his luck change of place and not customs" ... but the truth is that I am stubborn and I trust that this time the bad luck has taken the airlift and I "by the americas" in the heart of old Europe last for many years.

Hugs, Roberto

"The Warlord returned"

P / S: Do not got to give your humorous post, but it is already known to me when I mix football and I become many radical sentiments.
P/S2: Luck and I hope tdo t come to you as the Madrid of Zidane before arrival Beckham and Bayern in the Champions League against Valencia.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Vent My Computer Desk



recent months are waving around me like a whirlwind, a gaseous feeling that surrounds me and left me almost no time to deal with the next bubble in a calm. The Mailroom manager internet job requires me full dedication in work hours. No one can say that incurs as a black man, but if you give 100%, organizing this and that, trying not to forget that and dobre all pointing in my task list in bold what's beyond. Work is appreciated, especially when you remember or hear others say that before was a mess and I'm putting the "Chaos Computer demiurge and creator of the universe" (of course they say otherwise, but que me leen habitualmente ya saben que a mi me gusta darle un poquito mas de pimienta a las historias, y el sentido es efectivamente ese).
Peter Lyons, el dueño de la franquicia, esta maravillado, no para de primarme sea con un portatil (cuya pantalla no funciona pero que no esta mal si lo conectas a un monitor), un billete de £20, o un incentivo extra en caso de que alcance nuevos objetivos. Yo por mi parte respondo creando con el Publisher un nuevo sistema de ubicacion de los paquetes, una lista de las llaves que hay que "cortar" (termino ingles para lo que en españa decimos "copiar" y que a mi entender es mucho mas preciso), o un archivador y un sistema de accesos directos que faciliten el control de las cuentas de reenvio de correo. Peter has, as mine bosses had other previously, the advantage of having a worker who takes it seriously and has even scored a beautiful goal, beating the record of Mailboxes ETC (Marylebone High Street, second of all the United Kingdom-) 550 users. When you reach the figure was 498 and in two weeks I have it in 509. With the promise of a hefty amount if it reaches 551 (for which I mainly maintain current customers and new will come always existing but closed their accounts are not moving) I lavish calling to each client and offering even weeks or even months free if you decide not to abandon us. For Peter is a real bargain, because capitalism requires though I'm the let me the skin and the wax on the phone to get a record, will be the English that you see on your bank account a higher profit. Either way I like to do things right, and since at least have the decency to make up the situation with a better salary (which has reached Gear Gifts fold in the last two weeks) worth the effort and save a few bob . Leaving the delightful

money issue aside, I would also like to mention that the last two Fridays Julie and I attended an event in the most peculiar in the busy London life. On both occasions we have gone down at 18:15 in Charing Cross and we set sail every man for himself after work, to the church of Saint Martin in the Fields for once located at the top of a queue thus is nothing until a while later, take a sandwich and wait for the 19:30 while the dome of the National Gallery and bustle of Trafalgar Square are drawn to the bottom as streetscape dream. But that is not, even if in itself wonderful, what I call the event the last Friday, "but what happens afterwards, when we enter the church and candlelight concerts of classical music heard. First a look at the Baroque, with classics from Vivaldi, Mozart, Bach and of course the Pachelbel Canon. Yesterday something different and worse, the Requiem of Mozart sonatas together with some of Austria. It's funny, because thousands of people were like ants moving at full speed to do their homework on time, you may encounter with the beloved, or perhaps the lover or simply the armchair in which to rest the butt after having exposed all day to the shift foreman, who wanted to make it a work of art to change a wage. But inside is different, the atmosphere exudes peace and music, even if not touched by the best, is introduced gently into every fiber of the hearing. There is not a great fuss, only about 300 people, maybe a few dozen above or below, and the vast majority retirees. But that is the charm, feel embraced by a small group (which for a change is a pleasure, in the city of those who come and go).
Well I run out of time, but I can not stop me from commenting to me I feel great. That what seemed an unattainable height became a reality and then a habit. I am happy, and I hope that all who read me what are tb ... Pogno me sentimental and I lose my time ...

Monday, March 27, 2006

Lost Install Disk Reason 3.0

quierosersanta @ 2006-03-27T17: 03:00

This is still alive, and I also XD.Creia I had closed after so long. Abuu