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And as each day follows night, Saturday night at replacing the Sunday morning, bloody and invasive Sunday morning, the one with the circle in the head and mouth of sand, with back pain, when you wake up with pants dropped to the middle of the night before and discover that he had slept on a belt with studs you've never seen before.
And with the morning the feeling of being awake, and will long for a coffee, and leave you in peace forever, and that you're too old for certain things, and you have to temper that with the spirits, and the bottom one is better that ten very good cup of filth ... then comes V. with dark circles on the floor to find out that she is nine and a half and you have to run to a thousand things carry the type material at a crime scene, which is situated ten kilometers in horizontal but also six floors vertically.

you again; gather a bit, open a can of Union, you are reminded of a little 'things that you left in half.

1: Rachel is six feet tall, weighs about ninety pounds arrufati has short hair, and above all the shit. He is a man, happy to be apparently. And from his five feet five pounds for 50 V. is happy quanto lui in quanto è l'unica a goderne appieno.

2: Il Luogo del delitto è una capanna di legno in mezzo al verde, accanto ad un maneggio, ed è il luogo in cui si svolgerà la festa. Inspiegabile come sia possibile che una capanna stia in mezzo al verde in uno dei luoghi più noti in assoluto per essere densi di fabbriche. Per dire -Marghera sensa fabriche saria pi sana-

3:Il materiale da trasportare è una roba tipo una citroen piena di casse di birre e superalcolici. Rachele ha deciso che i suoi trent'anni saranno festeggiati a suon di cocktails preparati da un barista apositamente assunto.

Sistemati gli arretrati si parte per il Luogo, e lo si raggiunge attorno alle 13.45.
Le birre finiscono in the fridge, along with the vodka. V. and My Lady have dedicated themselves to building sandwiches. I start to eat peanuts. Pounds of peanuts. They say that if your stomach fat and then sprinkle the alcohol does not effect you. I inflated the belly of grassisssima nuts thinking about the American TV show, peanut butter that has absolutely particular fat.
The appearance must be also in line with my thoughts: I think he looks just seen from the typical characters of an American detective, who gets grilled in the garden behind white houses, taking cans of beer in hand and wearing sunglasses Hawaiian shirts.
Zoom in a bit of 'you can understand how reality is a bit' more of the type Simpson, with the landlord in his underwear that is saturated with beer and burps in your face to the guests.
The reality is that life-size to 14.30 I have four cans of food in the body and even the shadow. In return, the guests begin to arrive, including former friends, those with whom I drank from gggiovane.
carrying the ball, playing nonstop for two hours under the scorching sun. Blow two or three cans dribbling with the pace of a Forrest Gump on acid. At 18.00

ends beer. DJs take turns and climbs in the chair Barman.
discovers he has in the hands of so red, maybe spritz, and distributes them. I tend to not remember very well this time. I eat salad with your hands in the morning riso.Ricordo non sapevamo se sarebbe stata troppa.
Una volta di più ho le prove che il troppo, quando hai a che fare con le bbbestie, non è mai abbastanza. Inizia a far buio, inforco gli occhiali da sole e ballo come non faccio mai.
Ricordo un signore sui sessanta scatenarsi accanto a me.

Eppoi ricordo un ricordo che mi ricorda i vecchi tempi, quando abitavo in mezzo al mare, quando i gabbiani mi dicevano a che ora andare a letto (quando si svegliano i gabbiani, alle 5 del mattino, devi essere già addormentato altrimenti non riuscirai a liberarti dal loro ipnotico-scassacazzo Krrrra) e nessuno mi diceva quando alzarmi.
Quando insomma nei momenti in cui la truppa moriva di fame chimico-notturna spuntava il Rasta e sfornava provvidenziale Rasta Pasta.
Here, three years have been a free ride that I did not slap Rasta Pasta.

Rastamanno O friend, O sublime cook, will exalt and indolence of others kinds of comfort food, the K-ration of the soldier of the night, the risotto of the Forsaken, Forsaken the bean.

For this we praise you!

And then I think we got home somehow, we slept in a bed donated by a pious soul, and above all I think I thought them beautiful, happy, once again I did.

How much crap I can?

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Sabato: Rachele

Here I am. I would tell the idea of \u200b\u200bSaturday's score at the bottom of the promesso.Non I know if I will succeed though. I could take a tangential direction and disappear into the mist. Portree me astray from the clear, sunny day. From the sound of the games that children of asylum back here. So I can drown the nell'inedita pleasant. Instead to tell of my past Saturday, then Sunday, and especially the incredible decision that provoked the first weekend in May 2009, I need a different climate. It would almost close the balcony, but I'll try to be content with the right music. Have you seen Fire Walk with Me? Here, Badalamenti's fine. So
.

I came from work on Saturday afternoon, around 16:30, I rushed home, I took a shower and a big rush, accompanied by My Lady, I took the first of two trains expected to arrive in the lagoon, at home.

House is the place where you feel at home, though. Even by itself, even when it rains and pulls a fucking wind, when there is water everywhere and does a damn cold and you are moldy bones. Home is where you know that the bar also gives you something to drink on credit, the bartender will make a large portion of why you are still home. Home is where strangers are not strangers, and you feel you want to be hospitable, even if they live there for a long time and you're gone before they arrived. Home. (Not only is this house anyway)

We arrived by V. and Rachel at dinner, in anticipation of the party on Sunday we decided to take a quiet evening.
At 21.30 we were chatting in the kitchen, a beer in hand and we had to explain the project to the next day. We would have to get up pretty early to start to deliver the material at a crime scene. I say the scene now with a cool head, with knowledge of the facts. So
between a chat and we ended up in the other decide to give us a kebab, and let us in Venice, in Campo Santamargherita.

If you've never been Santamargherita is one of the most popular city, full of students and professionals fuck. And 'the house appetizer, meal and dopopasto. The cafes are several, starting with the historic Caffè Rosso nel quale consiglio vivamente di provare il cesso, che non è un caratteristico cocktail servito in speciali bicchieri a forma di tazza (azzz...che idea! se apro un bar...) bensì il bagno del locale. Una vera esperienza veneziana, soprattutto a carnevale, quando nell'attesa è probabile incontrare decine di americane disinibite.
Il lato fighetto del Campo è molto carino e considerevolmente caro. Non ci interessa.
Il bar fondamentale si chiama Do Draghi. E' situato all'inizio dell'imbuto che porta al Ponte de S.Pantalon che manco a farlo apposta, conduce a Campo S. Pantalon. Poco distante verso il centro di Santamargherita il tabaccaio con uno dei rarissimi distributori automatici della città, due kebabbari e una pizzeria the slice, the only pizzeria in which I have never seen a daisy.

E 'right there that we went to parry. The right environment for a quiet evening. Facing the Dragons
Do the usual crowd of people, inside there is room for five, standing.

22:45
Rachel-What you drink? -
us - It 's your birthday, you decide-

23:00
Rachel-What you drink? - We
-It' s your birthday, you decide-

23:10
Rachel - What you drink? We
- Know that if you order another bitter the quiet evening begins to falter, however it is your birthday, you decide-

23:20
Rachel-What you drink? We
-Damn drunk! Try to order un'altro amaro e te la vedrai con noi!

24.00
Rachele - Czche ?Bevvvemmasi?noi!??
Noi -Sssssssssssssssssenti....ccccccccccchhhhhhee forse...un 'maro mejo...sprisss.

24.35
Nel bel mezzo del Campo, due idioti, dei quali uno fresco trentenne, giocano a chi sia più idiota.
Il trucco, credo di aver capito, sta nel non capire le regole del gioco. Rachele batte di slancio in una sfida ad alta tensione una sconosciuta piuttosto idiota, colei che ha inventato il gioco. Poi tocca a me. Forse non bisognava non capire le regole, faccio una figuraccia e Rachele si invola verso la finale. Combattutissima, l'avversario è un vero idiota professionista ed in più conosce bene la tizia che ha inventato the game. Rachel recovers and wins in the last minute with minimal waste. Heralded by the small crowd that had gathered around the contestants and decide which celebrates it's time to go home.

02:15
I realize that we said goodbye to less than half of the people we met but I decided to leave, with a heavy heart I leave the camp, the streets of the city. And I understand that tomorrow I will explain a lot of things, when I wake up, if I wake up.

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Noia: che figata.

What a thought-who then makes you do is now to be standing up and write shit on the net? -
In fact, if one thinks is right. Who am I doing this? no, just that I was bored and I finally turned on pc. Finally

Why? Because since they are no longer a youngster slakers totally irresponsible and immature but brutally am a young actively used quite brutally immature and irresponsible I have not the time to be bored. All
to despise boredom, in my day. There was a song on Malinconoia Masini (Masini should write treatises on the craziness that ... more songs) and there was a widespread view that evil was bored. Actually I have always felt comfortable boredom. My nature to be a bit 'so passive, but to me not doing shit like that. Crazy. To cultivate my passion I had a lot 'of time between zero and twenty-five years and non lo sapeste, per non fare un cazzo è necessario non avere assolutamente nulla da fare (aiuta non avere nemmeno nulla a cui pensare, o comunque nulla di pressante). Così ho dovuto presto sviluppare una serie di tecniche per farmela passare. La mia più recente scoperta in questo settore è il mondo dei blog. Ma in un modo o nell'altro scrivere è sempre stata la maniera migliore per vivere attivamente la noia.

(In verità esiste un modo migliore per farsela passare, ci sono riuscito per qualche anno, si tratta di giocare con le macchinine ot-uills, con i trasssformer, con i Gi.Ai.Gio con le micromascin e con i personaggi di I-Men. E soprattutto con i LEGO. Poi sei li che non fai un cazzo in cameretta, decidi di fare una storia in which one of 66 red mustang two men jump out of LEGO that are actually secret agents but you imagine them as facts and Lolly Bo and have to find where is hidden the bottle cage of micromascin that contains a prisoner who then in their friend Reality is a strange little man who comes from a trassssformer those with the man-of-robot-head and suddenly, on organizing the most beautiful highway in the middle of the desert then the white embroidery on the quilt made hand from mom, you feel terribly stupid.)

at the moment but it seems really impossible to be bored for good.
A few years ago really the germ of the responsibility I cursed the days and corrodes the mind, fueling the anger of my guilt that I had also identified with the wisdom of the fourteen years as the primary enemy of peace, and swore that I would have been wiped out forever, only to find myself on my back now that I go into the thirties with the pace serenity of a lame nonvedente going to pull the decisive penalty in the World Cup. Leverage
so my rare moments of boredom trying to keep alive the habit of inventing stories, hoping that this take over and become an excuse to get rid of commitments and broken balls, leaving me free to be bored in front of a blank page, playing it becomes a cluster of signs, hoping that they tell me something nice.

And you who read here, my brother, you pay the consequences.


groping.

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demotion and deskilling: is bullying?

employment tribunal Massimo De Luca (Court of Treviso), I got to ask the following question:

In such cases, a suo avviso, il demansionamento o la dequalificazione professionale di un dipendente possono essere giustificate come legittima scelta dell’azienda?
Non è mai una scelta legittima, a parte la situazione eccezionale in cui il demansionamento può essere attuato col consenso del lavoratore per evitare il licenziamento qualora, all’interno della sua azienda ed in seguito ad una riorganizzazione della pianta organica, venga soppressa la sua figura professionale. Il demansionamento è l’aspetto in cui più facilmente si sostanzia il mobbing: per colpire un dipendente, il datore di lavoro si attiva per togliergli incarichi e mansioni, cerca di piegarlo assegnandogli compiti spettanti a una qualifica inferiore e tenta di farlo sentire solo come un costo per l’azienda; a tutto ciò si aggiunge un deterioramento nei rapporti fatto soprattutto di emarginazione e isolamento.