Today blasphemes.
Sincerely begin to doubt the actual usefulness of the employment contracts of indefinite duration.
here I say here and deny it, but you hear.
Episode 1 The professor of my son's Magistra Vitae is a fool who sold out last year gave head to a student . I do not know how such an event could have occurred, because I find it hard (much) to imagine an ultra-year-old lady to throw his head down as Zidane risk particularly to ruin irretrievably styling. Yet it happened, there are witnesses.
My poor Magistra is rightly concerned, but there's nothing I can do to remove her son from the clutches of the stubborn Vetralla: teacher role, less than a temporary suspension, will still be stuck with the chair under your butt for days to come, pending dell'agognata board, still screaming and scaring scores of pupils, while out of school now unemployed former precarious attempt to snatch at least a substitute.
Episode 2
My colleague took two years, and the veteran who has not made a step in his career twenty-five.
are absent on leave from headquarters and they send someone to lend a hand, someone who clearly, for the jobs they do, can not replace me. Friday warning the Chief: Look, even if they send Monday someone there is nobody to replace me. And she said, but no, there are three, one of the other two you have to replace.
Mmmmmmh. I'll be back this morning and learn: That the
longtime colleague, when asked to replace me, he replied: "I do the work of Lola not do it again for three months, I do not remember anything." (Early dementia?)
and fellow new, fresh assumption of two years, recently released from apprenticeship, he replied: "If you want to allow to sit and read the paper, there is no problem for me."
I would have parked all morning in front of the copier, as I like to work in the Braschi. Waiting to find
modern alternative to the mines.
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