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not want ...

Be as cynical I will most likely ...

Meanwhile, I really have no desire ...
[bad, eh?]



Apart from that?
A virtually uninterrupted concatenation of meetings for three and a half days ... And
between meetings, we must ... prepare the following meetings [and resolve routine business] within 15 minutes.

And after the meetings?
must, in addition to the work of Jedi Master, to that of Grand Master [The title "Senator" was not good in fact].
[And no double salary key ...]



What else?
"- The origin of the lack of desire may have come from there, right?"
"- No."



And if not?
After the Council meeting Galactic Jedi, I had the unpleasant feeling of being the only well fuck me in 2010.

Passivity has its limits [and I mean this job] ...
I'll try to beat a little anyway.

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You feel like the patient an intensive care unit.

Your entourage is doing all it can / should be [sometimes even voluntarily] to keep you awake
- Some bottles of wine and a dinner Wednesday night in Montmartre,
- A watered Before Pédéland to celebrate the late summer Friday night
- A cocktail / dinner picard / Café / Cinema Saturday night

[I still have blood stains and pieces of brains on clothing ...]

- A Sundays at Heaven [ still ] Sunday evening.

Next weekend, you escape to Brussels ...

Thyself, you know that you must occupy yourself, there is no downtime:
- You work as a bully, you do work long hours,
- You listen to music in the office [high, very strong music]


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- You do sports, many sports. It holds out the unused nights. You come home tired and you sleep a deep slumber ...
- You even included the reading [Well, okay, but it's already Beigbeder's it!].

- You feel that you're not ready to start over with someone else. What has happened since early August was the fact that you confirm ...
- You reactive frame your network [the PQR are still there ...], you renew a bit, you find even neighbors ...
- That said, you also know (from experience) that is when you least expect it that ...


Sometimes you can not prevent it, that you will return to full mouth [as a blow to baseball bat].

[...]

You try to turn the arguments in the sense that goes well.
You say that this move possible, you'd finally had to do earlier: It will probably help ... [...]


"- Mr. B., wake up! Stay with us!"
"- Heeeein?!" [...]


I open my eyes, elongated my towel on the edge of the pool solarium Paris.

The Balloon shitty little band playing in a bathing suit just happened to me in the mouth for the second time.
"- Nan, I keep it, you do shit with your ball! I warned you."
"- Please Monsieeeeeur ..."
"- No, hold it ... [I throw the ball outside the fenced perimeter]. Ya football pitches for it. You see, that's fine and it's free too!"

My buddy approves, my neighbor right too ...



Apart from that?
"- B., damn you lost, it suits you ... "
" - Oh, bah I wonder what I'm here ... "
" - Yeah, B., you are really gun you know, I thee 'I said last time ... "
" - Yes, always my fragrance of hetero ... "
" - In fact, stop, stay away: You smell of sex! "
" - Well find me if you want someone to be quiet again, eh ... "[...]




What else?
Sunday afternoon while returning from the pool:
" - So , you'll go and live in western suburbs? "
" - Oh no, no question, the suburbs, it's not for me! "
"- This is not what you said a few months ago ... You made sure that the suburbs [and suburbs in particular] was great! And I thought: Damn, for that he says it, you really love it ... the poor. "
"- Yes, finally, was something else ... The only one I have to move."
"- Yeah. Still: Love, it really makes con ..."
"- This said, you know that I, I (even) do not need that to be ..." [...]




And if not?
I could take a stabilo yellow, blue and Love lasts three years .

I could highlight in yellow the passages written by me would believe that [even the style is sometimes is disturbing] and those that believe in blue written for me.
I could ... [But it would not remain many non-highlighted text]

But noooo, it's going very well at last!
[This book is a killer]

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kill me ...

Foreword:
No, I did not do a coming-out professional involuntary on Facebook.
I have not released photos of my dissolute life [in alcohol and parties] to work.
For that, there is no need to FB.
Arrive half alcoholic to work on a Monday at 14:30 enough ...


The job of Jedi Master [and even more than Senator] assumes a particularly strong psychological resistance.

the middle of a tense negotiation, a meeting Jedi gone bad, unforeseen events, an apocalyptic situation, we must learn to keep calm, continue to argue, set priorities, procedures, give orders, act ...


And of course we need to know to do that without any stress / doubts / see panic out ...


Tuesday morning:
I bump into my (new) office.
I am now alone, with a door that closes and glass partitions with internal blinds.

The day is charged. My future job as senator requires a reflective and forward-looking organization that I must present in less than a week.
An interim meeting to take place with my current Chancellor between 11am and 14.30.
Jedi Temple employees are uncertain as to their future use and are regularly fishing for information in my office.

planetary activity does not stop just because: Phones sound, my padawan regularly asks me [he is the only one to have the right not to knock before entering].

I just finished my preparation intermediate between 11am and with my colleague Who Gon in the office of Chancellor. [...]



14:30:
meeting ended, I walked into my office.
front door, two others [including my padawan] expect to see things with me.
The phone rings, I make them sign to wait at the door open.

talk with the apprentice Jedi-in-chief of Kamino. We must follow and pass the messages firmly but crease.

Reflex guy addicted to Facebook: I refreshed the page. My friends
FB are particularly productive. Get to the top news is a bit like winning the lottery.

Leading the newsfeed: 3 holiday photos.
The beautiful person, another person ... It's pretty clear anyway.
[pause in the conversation - gasp - my colleagues look at me strangely]
"- Excuse me, I remind you ..."
I hang up.
[A few seconds that last a long time]

We met a week before his vacation. He would have talked me before publishing photos anyway. I tell myself that I'm doing a movie, maybe the family ...
I reduce the window and points to Kamino. [...]


Once the conversation ended, I shut the door of my office [both wait a bit].
I have the heart net.
Album, 65 photos, I scroll ...

[The impression of both my chest being trampled and that a gaping wound cauterized with a hot iron.]

Beyond any doubt, that my replacement on the photos. ..
And what food is not so much to me to have a replacement but we have so low regard for me that does not even take the trouble to limit access to this album.

I have limits to tears [and for me to complain, he must go, huh ...]. It seems
[and sometimes it is a reproach] I let my emotions just shine.
is related to my youth and was only amplified by professional deformation ...
is an advantage in a lot of situations. But then, I test the limits.

My two colleagues are beginning to get impatient and look through the glass.
Not here, not now, I must take, not crack ...

I take my cell phone, compose a text message to the first friend that comes to mind.
He replied in less than a minute
"- Hence the importance of blocking PERSON! Thou blocks NOW!"
I stuck in the newsfeed.
I get up and reopen the door.

"- B. A problem?!"
"- No, no, a mail surprising time to become acquainted ..." [...]



Conclusion:
Damn, a bit of elegance anyway!

Facebook is full of options for limiting access to a particular group of people. This mess is not for nothing!


Conclusion No. 2:
I'm really too nice, too good, too stupid [really really stupid] ...




Apart from that?
I spent the afternoon alternating periods of intense work and looks into the void galaxy to wonder what I could have done to deserve this ...

After that, a satisfying workout to spend my nerves [I broke a machine] ...

And when I got home, I wrote the email. I took my time, weighed every word ...
Press sent me a very foolish ...



And if not?
The next evening I had a reply in my inbox.
He forgot to uncheck the box "all my networks" no longer knew where to cum, it would make me suffer this. Etc. ...
[Incidentally, he had made his coming out widespread on Facebook - as some of his friends and work colleagues were unaware ...]

the way, he explained why he had not seen fit to warn me. It was not totally wrong.



What else?
I waited 24 hours to respond. By the time the anger falls back a little.

I did not really supported where it hurts. I stayed - as usual - too nice.
'm just allowed me to suggest to talk to his shrink:
"In psychoanalysis, it's called a missed note. I prefer to say [and I truly believe - perhaps wrongly] that if such it was one, it was rather to make your coming out on FB that generalized to hurt me ... "

That said, I think I'm not ready to see him again ... As
said Rita Mitsouko actually.