Open On Christmas Brampton

That's all folks

that you will be fired, which must collect you cycle, be that light in the room does not work and you are not an electrician, you have € 300 on the account, that tomorrow will be your good graduates, or that you feel alone in Milan, but six depressed.

Today you talked to a psychologist, for the umpteenth job interview, and told you that although I was an outgoing, did not seem depressed. And then you started thinking about it seriously, and despite looks smiling and you're free from your old company (from your ex-head prostitute, from the obligation to bring up money for a stock that collapses), the truth is that you feel alone, and that your path does not seem so straightforward: you wonder if it is right that you are in Milan without wanting to become a manager in two years.

And in the end you just say so, then fuck and HR, will make a content manager by May 5, you will be paid to write, and you cling to the song he just sung Hermes Futurama: You gotta do what you love even if it's not a good idea!

Sperem.