It was a long awaited moment. I was looking forward to this part of my life would change drastically and I would have left behind a small piece of the world that I was thoroughly disgusted, annoyed and frustrated. Nevertheless, as someone rightly pointed out recently, in moments like this magic gates, and maybe just a sense I hope all the negative memories and suddenly reappear moments of joy, pleasure and satisfaction that a job like this could or could give me. I say hope, because there are good reasons to be happy now. Happy to be free again to try new experiences, with the knowledge that there will always be positive but at least teach me something here that I was no longer learning.
Honestly I did not expect to feel so now, but it's like starting to greet people and see them sincerely sorry I had opened the valve of nostalgia and apprehension that I was keeping well sealed until yesterday. We need to explain the nostalgia? Perhaps those who know me know that this environment and do not understand why. Well, I think the nostalgia is more linked to what I was when I came here, to the ideals that I felt I wanted to spill in and carry on with all my strength and that, as is normal, have dissipated over time. Apprehension because ... of tomorrow there is no certainty. In short, it is possible that, despite working for years and years still has not ever experienced what it means to experience the tranquility of a permanent contract? Before you are there to bite your nails every 6 months waiting to find out if and when you renew the contract then inevitably it seems, comes the day when you renew it starts to get more films about what to do tomorrow.
Yes, because tomorrow I am officially unemployed.
Bella affair with a rent to pay and to defend independence. So what do I do? Sure, grit my teeth, I keep expecting to look for new rebounds, other people will say to me, "sin is not the right time or you're not the right person" ... but sooner or later someone will come by dint of knocking on doors. And when someone asks you to enter? Here begins the infamous ranks: enter on tiptoe and well dressed (or at least that's what you think) trying to be awake, courteous, efficient, positive, cheerful, calm, intuitive, insightful, useful, and adequately reserved for, why not a little 'workaholic. I look at my baggy pants and a little 'analysis at the heel and I wonder when will the next time I will feel quite at ease that I could put the shirt of some rock / metal (because obviously I can find (try) never work in a place where the suit is a must).
But this is all a future of which we know nothing. It 'a muddled picture that I project myself instinctively not to bring me down. The truth is that I do not know to stay without doing anything and the idea of \u200b\u200bnot having planned anything constructive to do tomorrow I do not feel any better. It 's true, this had very little constructive work lately and I was deteriorating every single neuron (single neuron?) I have in mind ... But money was always ... and those we have something constructive. Not like this, because the last of my needs is to make money, but as a means ... in this damn busy world and consumerism, are indispensable. And no matter what you have done so far, what have you whipped and committed ... because now you're back to the post. And with a bitter taste in the projects you think you had in mind and that you are again forced to set aside for God knows how long.
are negative? can be. Surely I am a realist and I say that 24 hours of discomfort & pessimism I also allows to consider the optimism that I will have to ooze from every pore when I will get back in the game, door to door.
sull'orobilogio Now I'll have a ride ... never knows that I do not give new insights and some advice for the future.
Honestly I did not expect to feel so now, but it's like starting to greet people and see them sincerely sorry I had opened the valve of nostalgia and apprehension that I was keeping well sealed until yesterday. We need to explain the nostalgia? Perhaps those who know me know that this environment and do not understand why. Well, I think the nostalgia is more linked to what I was when I came here, to the ideals that I felt I wanted to spill in and carry on with all my strength and that, as is normal, have dissipated over time. Apprehension because ... of tomorrow there is no certainty. In short, it is possible that, despite working for years and years still has not ever experienced what it means to experience the tranquility of a permanent contract? Before you are there to bite your nails every 6 months waiting to find out if and when you renew the contract then inevitably it seems, comes the day when you renew it starts to get more films about what to do tomorrow.
Yes, because tomorrow I am officially unemployed.
Bella affair with a rent to pay and to defend independence. So what do I do? Sure, grit my teeth, I keep expecting to look for new rebounds, other people will say to me, "sin is not the right time or you're not the right person" ... but sooner or later someone will come by dint of knocking on doors. And when someone asks you to enter? Here begins the infamous ranks: enter on tiptoe and well dressed (or at least that's what you think) trying to be awake, courteous, efficient, positive, cheerful, calm, intuitive, insightful, useful, and adequately reserved for, why not a little 'workaholic. I look at my baggy pants and a little 'analysis at the heel and I wonder when will the next time I will feel quite at ease that I could put the shirt of some rock / metal (because obviously I can find (try) never work in a place where the suit is a must).
But this is all a future of which we know nothing. It 'a muddled picture that I project myself instinctively not to bring me down. The truth is that I do not know to stay without doing anything and the idea of \u200b\u200bnot having planned anything constructive to do tomorrow I do not feel any better. It 's true, this had very little constructive work lately and I was deteriorating every single neuron (single neuron?) I have in mind ... But money was always ... and those we have something constructive. Not like this, because the last of my needs is to make money, but as a means ... in this damn busy world and consumerism, are indispensable. And no matter what you have done so far, what have you whipped and committed ... because now you're back to the post. And with a bitter taste in the projects you think you had in mind and that you are again forced to set aside for God knows how long.
are negative? can be. Surely I am a realist and I say that 24 hours of discomfort & pessimism I also allows to consider the optimism that I will have to ooze from every pore when I will get back in the game, door to door.
sull'orobilogio Now I'll have a ride ... never knows that I do not give new insights and some advice for the future.
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