Ed ecco un po' di timor, di nuovo...

Ed ecco un po' di timor, di nuovo...
Risaie sulla strada per l'Est -Rice fields on the way to the East

Wednesday 23 May 2007

When the boss is leaving

I remember when I was a child and I used to take swimming classes and I was really scared of one particular teacher... she used to make us swim a lot and shout if we were not quick enough... Then school came and during school or uni we all met someone who made us stop breathing or almost praying so that an hour could pass quickly without having too many problems. Who didn't have one of those professors that are just nasty and make you feel you don't want to be there when they enter the class, or you want to disappear in a puff when they alk to you? Well, apparently these things happen also in working life, nothing changes, if you are lucky maybe this scary person is not your boss, and you only starting feeling this empiness in your stomach when the big boss goes on holiday... but it's anthropologically very funny how even adult professionals end up sweating and thinking of options like pretending to be sick in order to avoid a day of torture in the office.... after all maybe we don't change that much when we grow up.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yeh, yeh, como ti capisco!