Friday, November 28th was my last day at work. What
to date (let's face it) I cazzeggiano a bit ', I have done the nasty business of mine, I cleaned the room, and all that stuff.
But the point is not that. No, the point is that Friday, in fact, it snowed, and was down just fine, that it took me a while to get home. But even
This is the point.
The fact is that, before turning off the lights, shut the door behind him and leave the car park for the last time, I did what I usually did before heading off to my little town: I went to poop.
And one says, "And who cares right?"
No, because not even the point.
You see, in the bathroom of the Company (* bow * ritual) I worked there one of those strange furniture, white, like changing from hospital, with one door opening above, one below, and with a drawer in the middle , with chrome knobs. Yes, those are always crooked, even if you try to thickness.
Here, in the bathroom is one of those moving there, and three years ago, when I arrived and I went to the bathroom for the first time, I discovered that the cabinet there, strategically placed in front of the water, not really is nothing but toilet paper closet.
Yes, it was packed full of toilet paper. One thing that killed a quarter of the Amazon to make all those paper ass there. But it's not the point. No, either.
"And when you want it to end, hog dog, is the whole paper," I thought.
But, Friday night, I open the closet at the end of the, er, function, and I find myself to establish a mobile sadly empty. Niet, nothing, nada, emptiness, the void, the absence of matter. Luckily there were tears in the roll remained 5-6 on the heat.
Here. And 'this. And 'here, the crux of the matter. And my only regret was to understand it as I closed the door and I turned the key in the lock. Better late than never.
Yes, because even if it snowed, there was a bitterly cold ec'ho take long to get home, the point is that have nothing there, to wipe your ass , and what I having fun the whole way.
Kisses,
-L.
PS
I have already started leafing to find a job. I think Imprenderò own, I'm around, just to give it a try, which Pappin (indeed) the Pappin which has the right, as an employee that I am a bit 'too much here, in the autonomous reasoning and speeches.
to date (let's face it) I cazzeggiano a bit ', I have done the nasty business of mine, I cleaned the room, and all that stuff.
But the point is not that. No, the point is that Friday, in fact, it snowed, and was down just fine, that it took me a while to get home. But even
This is the point.
The fact is that, before turning off the lights, shut the door behind him and leave the car park for the last time, I did what I usually did before heading off to my little town: I went to poop.
And one says, "And who cares right?"
No, because not even the point.
You see, in the bathroom of the Company (* bow * ritual) I worked there one of those strange furniture, white, like changing from hospital, with one door opening above, one below, and with a drawer in the middle , with chrome knobs. Yes, those are always crooked, even if you try to thickness.
Here, in the bathroom is one of those moving there, and three years ago, when I arrived and I went to the bathroom for the first time, I discovered that the cabinet there, strategically placed in front of the water, not really is nothing but toilet paper closet.
Yes, it was packed full of toilet paper. One thing that killed a quarter of the Amazon to make all those paper ass there. But it's not the point. No, either.
"And when you want it to end, hog dog, is the whole paper," I thought.
But, Friday night, I open the closet at the end of the, er, function, and I find myself to establish a mobile sadly empty. Niet, nothing, nada, emptiness, the void, the absence of matter. Luckily there were tears in the roll remained 5-6 on the heat.
Here. And 'this. And 'here, the crux of the matter. And my only regret was to understand it as I closed the door and I turned the key in the lock. Better late than never.
Yes, because even if it snowed, there was a bitterly cold ec'ho take long to get home, the point is that have nothing there, to wipe your ass , and what I having fun the whole way.
Kisses,
-L.
PS
I have already started leafing to find a job. I think Imprenderò own, I'm around, just to give it a try, which Pappin (indeed) the Pappin which has the right, as an employee that I am a bit 'too much here, in the autonomous reasoning and speeches.
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