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I could not help upgrade from the gigs after seeing such a document graph ...

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all do.

All we've invented some excuse for not having work done this or that task on time, to our parents for being late or drunk (mythical my excuse: I felt bad chocolate milkshake brave cap) or to our friends (not looking, that I'm late because Andrés Pajares has robbed me on the street) .

But what has happened to me has no name.
work in a company in which the periods and deadlines is most important. If we miss a deadline, companies like this and you lose a zillion million on the street, Obviously.

Part of my work is done in Latin America (and you know, mi amol) and consequently, I have muuuuuuuuuucha muuuuuuuuuucho patience and self control. Sometimes it's like working with Malibu ® Ad

The fact is that, a colleague, I sent numerous reminders about an issue that had to do without fail in their country. That if "gentle reminder", "friendly reminder", "Urgent" ... and so one ... ME IS THAT NO ONE WILL CONFIRM IF THIS ITEM HAS DONE?? "In uppercase and without greeting.

The next day I get this mail:

Dear Dr Melena,

First, accept my apologies for not confirming the completion of this subject, but just last week I underwent a colonoscopy , and really I had a hard and can not reach the Office until today ...

Asin was the face I

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questions arise:

- Did I really need so much information. " Could not have said he has been ill, especially if it is a person I have ever seen, I've never spoken to her and I have only a professional relationship via e-mail?

- Will it be better contrived excuse for having gone from my mail?. If so, have you heard any that can beat it?


- Should I apologize for my last e-mail?

And most importantly,

- What the hell I answer?

Hurry.
need answers.
YA.

Evelyn Medina Jimenez

Excuses For a bunch of crap ... FTTC

Or as I discovered I needed glasses.

Let us be clear.
No beach house you're nobody, girls.
is why a girl so involved in the star system like me, tired of swanky parties and well-tanned in canapeses varied and with an assurance from the jet-set that neither Abascal, must have a house in beach.

And that's, like hesitation.

Well, this bucolic area, surrounded by lawns, swimming pools, children's spaces and tennis courts witnessed one of the most frightening episodes of my childhood. Being a creature

me, long before it was unaware of what was a good magreo but not long before my first drunk by hitting one drink a gin and tonic my father thinking it was water, there was a game we loved the boys and girls. A game that aunaba strength, skill and ability to hide. Of course, and saying that I had absolutely no these three skills. That game was: The Policaco and pronounced cañí in Almeria. What in the rest of Spain is "Cops and robbers" or "Cops and Robbers." We did

mixed teams and while some were thieves and were engaged in hide and avoid detection, police counted to 50 and began to stalk the cacospor the corners and try to catch them.

That day I had to be thief.

That day I hid very well. Very fine. Or so he thought. It was night and thought that if I closed my eyes very strong no one would catch me and without all the thieves caught the game did not end. I was the savior. I was the heroine of my colleagues in my stash.

In a show of bravado, like a soul left by the devil of my hiding place, and that should give a hand to my colleagues to save and be able to run to turn to hide all the burglars.

While running and ran into the lamppost where they were, I noticed that someone was chasing me. He was a cop. And the kid I liked to make matters worse. I ran and ran without looking back, and told me: "I'll catch, I'll pillaaaaaaar." I kept looking straight ahead. It was dark. Very closed. The lights in our development had already been turned off.
When suddenly .....

Such so ....


Indeed, I literally ate a mountain of manure, leaving smeared shit up under cow, horse, chicken or bitches.
had not seen, had not been able to see a mountain taller than me. Had not glimpsed the silhouette or had been able to dodge.

Conclusion:

The black clothes stink impressive impregnated me, LC (who was chasing me) walk me home, ojipláticas faces of my parents saw me come home with paint you have left the corral. Sweating over run, so I shit hit more and more.

I showered that night and did not leave the house more overnight, which I told my mother not to look good. We went to the eye.
was 2 diopters in the right and the left.

Of course I never got anything except a warm friendship LC. He is now married and weighs 100 kilos.

Era "gafipastista" had begun.

Ps. On the issue updates .. I'm more lost than a prawn in the operating room because of heart working hours, accumulated fatigue, and The Cure concert trip to Poland .

Ah, another thing ... I've joined to BATUKA!