Monday, August 17, 2009

Sunfish Sailboat Repair

recover from the hangover of August ... Osteria

No, ovviamente non sto parlando di me. Ovviamente non sto parlando di quanto è accaduto a chi si trovava with me last Saturday.
course I'm talking about what happened recently in the office.

I, $ collegaSveglio and my boss we paused in front of the monkey, our coffee machine. The atmosphere is typical of mid-August in here: the amount of nuisance is reduced to a minimum and are unable to complete scheduled jobs without too many interruptions.

The entrance to the office is limited by a door (a single glass, in sheet and a meter of empty space above the safety because we like it) with a nice keyboard for entering an access code. This code of four numbers was chosen by the head and is in line with safety della porta: anche la mia sedia se lo ricorda senza problemi. In ogni caso è presente all'ingresso un telefono con l'elenco dei numeri interni da chiamare per farsi aprire in caso di bisogno.

È proprio la porta che ci distrae dalla nostra conversazione.

Porta - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP

Gama - ???

Boss - ???

$collegaSveglio = ???

Porta - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP

Gama - Hanno scambiato la pulsantiera per il telefono?

Boss - Chi è che gioca con la porta?

$collegaSveglio - Ma che?!?!?

Porta - BIP - BIP - BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP - *pausa* - BIP - BIP - BIP - BIP - CLACK!


Incuriositi ci sporgiamo per vedere chi diavolo è il pazzo furioso.

È $commessoUbriaco che, non avendo nulla di meglio da fare durante le ferie, ha deciso di passare di qui a fare un giro.

Il fatto che barcolli e che si trascini sulle parole tanto quanto sui piedi fa intuire il motivo per cui ha fatto quel casino con la porta.
Alla fine della fiera il nostro mito ha tediato l'esistenza a tutto l'ufficio con le sue disavventure a mala pena comprensibili, i miei fidi auricolari hanno ancora una volta salvato la mia sanità mentale dal baratro della follia sempiterna.

A questo punto mi chiedo davvero se la condizione è dovuta ai postumi dei giorni past or to a record start to the day! : P



For me however I get out of a cooling down period to say the least messed up and in spite of everything there is not much to tell, weekends are an oasis in which regenerate fully in the company of my Dark Half . For photos of our Tana have to wait because we had neither the desire nor the strength to do it! : P

The August holiday was really nice, I fled from work using the recovery of some overtime and I met my wife in record time, due to the posting of her parents to her the task of looking after the plants and then forced by our remoteness Tana. After a day for two of us we were joined from the notification and husband, Joe, Eng. The Lale and Lerykan for a day CCS: Complete cazzeggiano and Entertainment. The motto was to not miss strange aeons to cook and clean and has come to our aid the Chinese restaurant take-away ... Lerykan revised lunch has turned into a cross between Bibendum (the swelling) and Gabibbo (for color) but it could have been worse.
After playing for four hours at Arkham Horror where we realized that he won after about 20 minutes from the attainment of victory, and varied cazzeggiano assault on the fig tree by the ladies (I have to worry since all they wanted a pretty cool?) We dive into a spectacular session of Vampire: the Dark Ages with my dark half behind the screen in the role of narrator and myself after eons of strange new player in the shoes of ... If it was late and the other had not had to put up with an hour's drive back home we probably would have continued throughout the night. : P

Gama

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