Sunday 18H:
I made the mistake of wanting to open my inbox on my return from Jedi ski holidays.
150 messages, all the more urgent than the others ...
"- B., you're coming with us tonight?"
"- Yes, clearly, if I do not drink a glass, I will not succeed to sleep ..." [...]
Monday - 4H:
I spent the night outside.
Passage to anti-Etienne Marcel par excellence in the early evening: Rosa Bonheur with C. and A.
Apart from a girl (very) and totally sucks chtarbée, the atmosphere was friendly, not pretentious, conducive to discussions ... [...]
Cleave by a stint with the Baron for a few vodkas.
I entrust myself to Molière ... and Smirnoff. [...]
arrived at Sundays @ Heaven not too late, just a little time to turn a few drinks and dizziness and it was time to go.
At 4:00, I sleep ...
Monday - 6:30: The alarm rings
...
Shower, clothes, business, Xwing, through Paris, before crossing the Queen shortly after the close ... Feels weird.
I arrive in the hallway of my office. My door, the Jedi Knight J.
He tells me he wants me to resign. It is starting this week! [...]
Bulk in the day: The 150 mail [plus other 50aine], one of my former colleagues now moved to another area but I was asked to "receive" for serve him with the anticipation of its late notice, the regular calls of GrosB, an important meeting a few million credits Republicans, the other appeals, questions that I could not answer ... Too
for a start after 2:30 of sleep ...
Monday - 20H:
I'm about to put my things and leave the Temple.
There's nobody. I'm on the phone to discuss one last time with J. Knight to understand their exact motivations.
He finally explain his personal reasons.
It's heavy, very heavy ... Nothing to do. [...]
I loose a compliment (unusual in the Jedi). I feel like I'm gonna break, need to sleep, I hang up ... [...]
Apart from that?
I usually do not invite me [or not let me invite indirectly] when I'm not formally invited ...
Bah I was right to waive the rule this time!
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