you know those statements you make in the morning with his colleagues to the coffee machine, even when not sitting in front your PC you feel ready for any adventure, the ones that abound on Monday and vanishes in number and violence on Friday, if those words had a contract value we would be screwed for life?
"Rifiutiamoci to sit until the Kapo is not removed !" "How are we with the idea of \u200b\u200bbreeding leeches which was mentioned the other day ?" "People need fire extinguishers! And we you bring him home!" "So, this farm ?"
Behold, I read an article on the Republic that takes inspiration from the usual American book which is equipped with 252 pages on one of those statements that I just described, and as usual becoming wildly successful (at least releasing a person from slavery office, the author).
In this case there was talk of how much manual labor, for example, the artisan, who can touch the results of its operations, a source of satisfaction was much more serious and important office work, and therefore a source of greater serenity. And this fact can be extended to some intellectual work (for example, the case won the lawyer, or the same book that damn American who beat us on time as usual ..).
This has sparked the usual dangerous thoughts: from quando ho iniziato a lavorare non ho mai visto un risultato, non ho mai avuto una soddisfazione degna di nota (se non si vuole considerare tale il coraggio di rispondere a tono al Marchese de Sade, o il raro attimo di grazia di archiviare una carta e dedicarsi alle altre tremila sul tavolo). Non ho mai fatto un lavoro di cui io abbia visto un inizio e una fine. Ricevo delle carte, alimento il malloppo, faccio alcune telefonate, le passo a colui che segue, con il sollievo di chi si libera di un parente molesto. Una catena di montaggio di carta da macero.
Anche non considerando le disfunzioni, le inefficienze, le prepotenze, le incompetenze che permeano normalmente le premiate ditte di ragguardevoli dimensioni, e guardando solo al mio lavoro come entità pura and uncorrupted, I honestly can not figure out how to define it other than a legal means to support his family. I seriously wonder when a colleague says that the work would also be nice, if free from the inefficiencies mentioned above. And the more I am surprised that there was no leader among the four in my life who has not pardoned intimate in complacency and colleagues asking me if we should feel satisfied with our work, and clearly expecting an affirmative answer.
Sometimes I fear I'm missing something, or that I have mounted the head about my destiny stolen from some kind of business, but in reality I am more comfortable to be known that "stolen arms to agriculture", sigh every morning while leaving my garden under construction for this graveyard of illusions.
"Rifiutiamoci to sit until the Kapo is not removed !" "How are we with the idea of \u200b\u200bbreeding leeches which was mentioned the other day ?" "People need fire extinguishers! And we you bring him home!" "So, this farm ?"
Behold, I read an article on the Republic that takes inspiration from the usual American book which is equipped with 252 pages on one of those statements that I just described, and as usual becoming wildly successful (at least releasing a person from slavery office, the author).
In this case there was talk of how much manual labor, for example, the artisan, who can touch the results of its operations, a source of satisfaction was much more serious and important office work, and therefore a source of greater serenity. And this fact can be extended to some intellectual work (for example, the case won the lawyer, or the same book that damn American who beat us on time as usual ..).
This has sparked the usual dangerous thoughts: from quando ho iniziato a lavorare non ho mai visto un risultato, non ho mai avuto una soddisfazione degna di nota (se non si vuole considerare tale il coraggio di rispondere a tono al Marchese de Sade, o il raro attimo di grazia di archiviare una carta e dedicarsi alle altre tremila sul tavolo). Non ho mai fatto un lavoro di cui io abbia visto un inizio e una fine. Ricevo delle carte, alimento il malloppo, faccio alcune telefonate, le passo a colui che segue, con il sollievo di chi si libera di un parente molesto. Una catena di montaggio di carta da macero.
Anche non considerando le disfunzioni, le inefficienze, le prepotenze, le incompetenze che permeano normalmente le premiate ditte di ragguardevoli dimensioni, e guardando solo al mio lavoro come entità pura and uncorrupted, I honestly can not figure out how to define it other than a legal means to support his family. I seriously wonder when a colleague says that the work would also be nice, if free from the inefficiencies mentioned above. And the more I am surprised that there was no leader among the four in my life who has not pardoned intimate in complacency and colleagues asking me if we should feel satisfied with our work, and clearly expecting an affirmative answer.
Sometimes I fear I'm missing something, or that I have mounted the head about my destiny stolen from some kind of business, but in reality I am more comfortable to be known that "stolen arms to agriculture", sigh every morning while leaving my garden under construction for this graveyard of illusions.
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