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How do you celebrate Christmas in New Zealand?

Everybody ask me this question, parents, friends and acquaintances. Because I'm lazy I decided to respond here so you can directly link to the blog when they ask me.

First remember that this country is majority Christian. What we celebrate Christmas is actually calling it a pagan celebration, which comes from a Maori tradition (of which I honestly do not remember the name) and which coincidentally falls on the same day of Christmas as we know it.

Traditionally the festivities begin on 23, the eve of the eve. Usually it only works half a day after which you return to the home of relatives - it is customary for someone to call their relatives at home all the others for a few days. Relaxing afternoon and a traditional dinner of lamb.
After dinner, ten o'clock, we head to the place of worship can not remember the name to attend the evening service where we worship a golden idol in the form of lamb - many think it is a link to the story of Moses and that in fact those who deny God at that migrated to the sea to the Pacific. From them descend the Maori.

The next day, on 24, each family gathers in the garden for what is called "chorus of bleating." You obtain a sheep and the oldest member of the family, naked, the animal sacrifices in advance and tied to a stone ritual eats his heart. Then the animal is cooked for the family dinner.
The quiet afternoon spent with games such as Scrabble and Pictionary. Following a light dinner of fish and then we extract the Whanuka lots: that it is customary to remember an old legend, whose protagonist is precisely Whanuka, a member of the family embodies the character and mimes his humble origins and make an allegory of his miserable life. On 25

fact, throughout the day, Whanuka must run naked around the house waiting tables. Eat in a bowl on the floor and family members they strike (with not too hard of course).
After lunch we discard as gifts from us, apart from the Whanuka because his gifts are burned in a bonfire specially prepared at the center of the square as a reminder that God is pig.

I hope to have been limited in the explanation, I wish you a Merry Christmas!

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How we are happy to pay the fee

Finally I can pay taxes as they should. What a joy, I'm really curious to see what will happen in the next paycheck.

Let's talk about my salary. It has many similarities with guttalax, indeed, has only one: sucks. E 'bass and more her work a few hours during the week. Sticazzi, rent and food, pay them the same, now it's just fine. Especially since the second paycheck should be better than the first. Numeretto not having the tax office was forced to pay 45% tax the lump sum (then recover, no problem), now that I have my numeretto income will be taxed at a 20% lighter, or maybe even less - no one knows.
work, as all work is a pain in the ass. But a pain in the ass funny because the fact of working for a charity drives me to break my balls with shady characters that I find worse. Stop them all, with my smile and my "hello, want to save the life of a child." Roguish Maori from the long hair and face all tattooed, obese women that if I throw a punch my head off, guys with black eyes and swollen lips, punkettari from the face of evil. All I respond with a smile, what a joy.

Oh well, I continue to seek work and send curriculum around, of course. I
bought a keyboard to do the little music as it send my type of house costs € 400 (ps: if anyone plans to come see me tell me that I take down some little thing). Now it is just finding out who sings on it, for I sing / write songs in English are not quite able. I also made a small page myspace www.myspace.com / tvamadre that is so cool. TVAMADRE dominate the world.

Ah, for the heading "the thousand things which agree in NZ than in Italy" I found that here, the estate tax does not exist. You buy a house, fine. You pay electricity, water, waste fee. Good night. In order that if one wants to make the investment, seize the house and rent the single rooms, so if something is not vacant is that we lose, only revenue (excluding tax on rent that is derived). However, there are a thousand tricks to reduce the taxes you pay, there are a lot of things and if a deductible is a cute moment he copes with relatively little.

I went to see Kylie Minogue's concert, which I would say it keeps you fit very well, but alas to make up their own ballets can not do it. But it's nice, chatting, laughing and joking, which Carucci.

For the rest I walked into the routine, he goes to work, back home, smangiucchia, television, couch, weekend drinking, all smooth and nice. Summer is here, it's hot for standards here (in the middle of summer here when you get to 30 degrees is a lot), but I'd say you are fine. Today I went for a ride into town and I gave some curriculum on the right and left, see what happens. Now I devote myself to the vacuum cleaner leaves. I do not have a lot of news because I did not go around much, I worked all weekend. Ah, now I am insured. You just have to buy a lousy car battered to expand the area of \u200b\u200bjob search here buses are shit as a cover and times. Let's see what I find about 200-300 €!

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Here we are, almost a month has passed and everything is going very well. The first day of the week (last week) are spent lazy since, having found a job, I actually had a shit to do.
I furnished my room, finally. I went into a kind of department store and bought linen pillowcases pillows covered. All black, class. Sure, I'm Fucking: just open the package I discovered that all my bedding is only partially black, the rest is a kind of tune but in shades of gray pellicciadileopardo indecent. My room now looks the chamber of a pimp, a gigolo, we lack only the mirror on the ceiling and then I'm fine.
There is also to say that the sense of taste and aesthetics that they have here, in fact those fucking sheets are just fine. To be clear: to go to work I bought the pants and jacket from those omenét. Shit, I also think all'Oviesse stuff that you would ask "Are you sure?" before beating the ticket. Obscene. Here I make a great impression.
Yes, kiwifruit (white ones) have not the slightest sense of aesthetics. And this is just fine except that the system is in their hands - and rightly so, is their home. But the consequence is that a poor giuovane like me who do not say I have great taste but at least I would like to introduce "idiot in the least possible" (cited in The Deboscio), I can not. There are shops that sell decent stuff.
On the other hand here is spent just enough to dress even the cock. In Italy you spend even 60, 80 € T-shirt printed with the simple shit, here you bring them home with 25 neuro. Which I would say that it's okay.

And speaking of €, is an amazing thing happened. I have three Euros. Poof, magic, appeared so in a way that seem like science fiction in Italy. How did I bring up three euros so? Simple: I put them in the BANK. Exactly.
Let's talk about my bank account in Italy: Interest income - I got the package last week - are 0.010% and I think are cleared every three months, less the costs of administration and various cocks. Bottom line: your nest egg will never grow. To make it grow you have to invest, and I think you're lucky if we derive a 3% or so.
There are two types of account: the current account and savings account. You do them to you both. The current account does not give you interest, is that where you have the cash, and you use every day. It has a monthly fee which I think is $ 5 (2 € and something with the current exchange rate), you can choose to have no fixed cost but I do not pay any transaction you should, here you use an ATM anywhere really, even the disco when you beer orders have POS terminals in each location, fast and reliable. The savings account has no running costs and gives you seven percent interest each month. In short, I took me a little of euros and the other day, as if by magic, I noticed that they were raised. Things of this world.

Punctual as a Swiss clock, as reliable as a Macintosh, that's the drive or who knows who actually sent me the license. Now I have here, beautiful, in my wallet, New Zealand Drivers Licence, as beautiful as the sun. I think later or in the coming days I am going to conclude my insurance policy RCA - I do not know if I've already said - this costs 70 euros per year. I said seventy. Make them pay and damages. Remains out of gas in the wood, call them and they will carry the fuel tank. Seventy € per year. And I do it for me, not for the car. So I can do with the car accident the first jerk who pays me and are in place. Sci.

I started the job. It 'actually Funny, I have to sensitize people to the cause type ciaochebruttoinafricasimuoredifameadottaunbambino third worldism. All this mainly door to door, like Jehovah's Witnesses, but also occasionally in malls or something. We tried for a couple of hours on Friday and are also able to place a small child. And good Taissa.

To celebrate, Friday was drunk in a really indecent. Before we went to a place called Bar 3, located within the kind of mall that is under the Sky Tower. The good news is that they put on hip hop. The downside is that they put the house 8 years ago, so not old enough to be old school: it was just old. We therefore
moved to a place called Lounge where thank god do not call lounge music but god damn make music hiphop. I killed them with the shot called Backdraft. Tray with glass top, fill the glass can not remember what, pay another thing on top of the cup that overflows into the saucer, set fire to everything, turn off the fire with another glass, pull it up with all the fumes of alcohol to 'inside, I make them draw straws with na and then you drink the shot. Picturesque. I died. On the way back I had to ask the driver to drop me to vomit on the street corner, I heard Eminem.

The next day, C's sister's birthday, we went to a Japanese. I think the technical term is Teppanyaki but I could be wrong, I only know the Japanese Bukkake. The fact is that is that place where every table has a plate, you order and the chef is cooking in front of you and doing all those circus acts with the knife, you pull the food in your mouth, makes the juggling and various cocks. I'm going more places in sti more I realize that my hand should be genetically structured in a manner inconsistent with the stirrers. There is no way, are those with a disabled person. But I am stubborn and never ask a fork in some way I can eat. Davo more show I tried to eat the rice that the chef zakzazkzakzakzak to do with knives.
Oh well we had to cook most of the room so it is not prevented sti which did great numbers.

lazy Sunday spent, now I have the day off and then fooling around, tonight we look at the new 007. I that movie I slam my balls I had never seen a film of 007, moved by compassion C I rented Casino Royale, and we just looked at it last night, it seems to me a piece of shit, I will see how Quantum of Solace. Among other things I still have trouble understanding spoken English, and then watch them in Ingels films with English subtitles. At the movies are not there, then boh. I watched Rocknrolla (to Guy Ritchie) and I knew half the story, I looked at them and Mirrors oh well, there was no plot to understand, another film of shit. Of course I shit under guard, because I saw a half.

Today I reapply for the number for the fees (and is also the case, without taxing me that 45% of salary to be safe, instead of 20% or less to be taxed in reality) because I have returned my question by saying that I had provided the license was expired. That is true, but I attached the sheet of the Provincial Health Services which states that my license is renewed. Not to say as many cocks and so they have decided to star safer to fuck. Fuck, I paid to have it translated. But I bring all so fantastic with my NZ license and eat in the head at all, Tze. A resent

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For we live in darkness like fireflies

This week has been full of events giuoiosi.

First, I have my license. That's here. In this blessed country we can provide with Italian license (including expired, provided it has not expired for more than a year), a bank statement (to prove you have an address), and 22 € at the passport agency insurance.
They joyfully examine the above, they make you an eye test them directly to the bar with coffee na (I've spent a miracle), photos, and you're na ta-dan, you have the license for New Zealand. That is, for now I have the pink sheet because the license to manufacture and ship directly to me at home.
Too bad, no 125, only cars and mopeds.

now is to take driving lessons (from C. of course) but before I do the insurance. Who here is made on the person, not the machine. Costs a ridiculous figure, less than 100 € per year and covers all menate RCA plus: if you close the keys inside the car is dealing with the insurance. If gasoline remains without insurance makes you the man with the tank and you pay only the Benz that takes you. If your car breaks down you will tow up to Auckland although it remains standing in barbagia. If you are out of town for the important things they pay you well if your rental car breaks down. And things like that. I guess that's good. Now I just have to see if they make it through here or sti with someone else.

Joyfully I discovered that for two weeks, the CV that I sent out had the wrong telephone number. Potentially I could have found work right away and instead nada. I have discovered why after sending a resume in the evening I get an email from the company in question when I say we have tried to call but boh. Check the number, diocane, We want to hear you do an interview.
The next day I try to call them but do not respond. But I'm in the center and while we are going there to make an appointment to talk I am. Find the skyscraper, go to (the elevators here are the kind of missiles, it seems to stay at Gardaland, plan to get to 17 it takes me as much as the elevator of my house takes to go to the second). Surprise, the head is free, what a coincidence, we'll do the interview immediately.
Moral of the story, half an hour later magically cease to be unemployed. Thursday's start at the company whose name I will not say, but it is a charity where children away s'adottano or fan donations to build a well in africa and the like. I will do the ambassador fundraiser that english sounds too cool to say it but it is the humanitarian version of what will sell the goblin, or Jehovah's Witness. Only instead of selling vacuum cleaners door to the sound I'll sell you for children. It seems
economic inter alia, cost around € 20-30 per month. It 's true that to buy from the third world is saved. After much

also finally turn with three cups Bialetti Moka. I had seen the first few days but I did not have the money yet. Then I got the money but I have not found the shop. I finally Ribecco (and search for home sellers of children) and now I have the coffee as it should. They also sell the lavazza in supermarkets is very good. The Barilla pasta, so I could indulge in my famous pasta with zucchini, better known as the menu A. Tonight I will make the menu B which is pasta with broccoli. Then my culinary career will end because I can not do anything else. I also bought what I thought was tomato sauce. I've also made the sauce and I ate. And when I did I realized that was not tomato sauce, tomato was something else, something obscene. Half pasta thrown, the rest I ate because I was starve.

The diet I am following is practically the only Asian. Great Chinese Japanese Korean Vietnamese Thai Filipino and well decorated. And 'nice because here in China are Chinese, the Japanese are Japanese, the Thai are Thai and so on. Chinese in Italy are all pretending. What a beautiful.

This weekend I went out. The hip-hop music, one that usually gets up before the music starts to dance, that saw music boring that we need as a pre-event, here, here is the event that of the evening.
Friday we were at a place called Fu Bar Hiphop course. There was a DJ from France who put his music pathetic. Because he's Vietnamese roots, had the original idea of \u200b\u200btaking samples of traditional songs from vietnam, put on his usual beat and low and behold the exotic mix of shit. Boredom. Luckily I was bar was connected by a hallway to another bar that I forgot the name, but there was a band playing a kind of rockemogoth and whose guitarist / singer looked like my friend Damian with a haircut by metalhead Cognola of the nineties (which is what I had in 14 years). But they were funny.
After this place we went to a friends house and then swill home. By taxi, the cops here are bad.

Yesterday, barbecue, then tuttialcosohiphopchechogliingressiv.ip
arrive and I candidly do "ah but it's a club?'ve Been there before in sti days, I thought it was an internet cafe lol" we go and it was actually one of those places where full of playstation the nerds are playing. But there was a DJ and dancing. It was just us, tizie some very dark and a bunch of niggers. Note
color. At one point I go to the toilet. Pissing enter a Negro. It tells me something, I say, note the emphasis. Where are you from me, I say Italy.
Ah, I am from Ethiopia. We've colonized, or have tried.
Panico. I thought it would kill me. Instead no. But go and have colonized Libya, I do not know much, but we won the World Cup. Ride, good evening, hello. Salvo.
Then you go to a place called Khujo, to hear the concert version of Aucklandese of Tabasco. But these are more but have less charisma. They are good, I do not remember their name, the group is a famous actress of TV series here, Shortland Street. Funny enough, you do 4.30.
After that you decide to go somewhere else. We arrive but it is closed, there seems to have been the police, I do not understand, you go home. I think that I have never been up so much that four years is in part, except for air travel but that does not count because it was the jet lag.

lazy day today, you are at home, I'm preparing myself mentally to care for broccoli, C. corrects examinations of medical students, then we will watch a DVD, relax, Sunday, all right.

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week has passed without significant events. I distributed a few resumes and without conviction also because I still can not work in reality. To do this I need the IRD number is that by which I can (happy) to pay taxes. To get it just go to the post office with some paperwork. The problem is that with the other paperwork also includes a driver's license - as you might guess - in My case is in Italian and do not take shit.

Therefore we are currently without my license since it is located in a prestigious office in Queen Street where diligent translators authorized by the government are translating my license in order to make it valid for menate tape. I catch will be solved when the post office and the IRD.

's not all: with my license translated, my passport and 22 Euros in my hand I can bear (and I) at a certain office. They look at the above things, I will do the eye test and I will deliver the pink sheet that will help me to drive while I wait to spend a week, because I need time to be delivered my new, sexy and valid license nuovozelandese equal to that which anyone born here.

Apart from this week's I met some Italians who live here. It 's weird, I turned first to the Italian city without seeing it anywhere, then one day I met a guy in Rovereto around the city, and from that time, Italians everywhere. Like mushrooms. All nice, all right, and now I know where to go for a coffee like ours though, I must admit, I am developing a boundless passion for cafe-latte with cinnamon, which leads me to burn at least € 4 per day from Starbucks. I have to limit myself.

Today I meet with my roommate and I take possession of my room. Since I do not know how it goes and how I will stay in that house so I will not even internet to check e-mail updates and I'll still count on C. So the plan of the day is to go to buy sheets and various cocks and, while we have a decent jacket to face various interviews.

This weekend we were in a town called Hamilton to find the family of C. Nice weekend but the city was so miserable and pointless that I have not even took a picture.

My diet is now officially with almond eyes. Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Japanese, Filipino, Malaysian, Chinese ... I do not even remember how it's done with a knife. With stirrers I do constantly shitting but many of the people mentioned above do not, but use a fork and spoon. Yes, cut with a spoon and a fork to push food on it and yum. One gets used. And then you go to these beautiful places that you walk out that ghetto smell of various foods ... yum yum.

For transport there are problems, I saw that for better or worse every bus goes downtown and they put us like 20 minutes to get there, passing through the station every 5 minutes, then no problem. Then bring all that I am going to live in the other house that is even closer to the center will be even easier, bike and go.

there is more to say, here goes everything perfectly, you should come to make us jump.

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TRIP.

Verona Frankfurt a walk. Airport friendly, I've already seen the first black man dressed as a black America "and already I was the shit. I bought some of the internet to make me spend 5 hours and then off. Frankfurt Tokyo

two balls. 10 hours of love, sleep on the seats are uncomfortable and in fact I could not do much, but I had next two Japs nice that when we have served the food (Japanese) I have explained what which was liquid in the tank and bona them.

The airport in Tokyo is cool, I was expecting something like a city and yet there are many shops, many terminal but it is not that just ruins them with his mouth open saying oooooh. He's comfortable with that 500 yen (which I do not think much of a girlfriend) will rent for half an hour na room in which you make your shower, you wash and everything. They give their all, clean towels, garbage washing, etc. For 1000 you get an hour's room with beds, and 500 yen for each additional hour. I have looked well, I have done some little round, I bought of the internet, I slept on chairs, and 10 hours are flown. Like hell.

Tokyo Auckland. E 'became a Tokyo-Auckland-Christchurch, a bit like saying that you're doing London-Milan-Rome-Milan to London. Oh well. This lasted a little longer, however, the private plane had screens for each seat so you could choose which movie to watch, you could also play video games. I did some shit in tetris, I watched Hancock, I fell asleep again at the beginning of tropical thunder.

ARRIVAL.
landing, the first thing that left me a bit so it is that Auckland is flat. Apart from these four skyscrapers in the center of the cross, the rest are all small houses with one or two floors. But oh well, you get used to. The urban landscape is very English, all houses and shops made them so, I like. Drive on the left and fuck, but at least the speedometer and all are with the metric system by then.

I still do not orient myself a girlfriend, like Cheryl's house barely know in which direction is the town - and thanks to the fucking, it's only one way to do. I saw where my house is too cute and Melaia, the roommate, is nice. I also have a guitar shop in front. You never know is that I want to learn guitar.

The first two days were bureaucratic, drink beer, open bank account (contact me if you want transfers), made the phone nuovozelandese, several cocks. Cheryl

Friday is due to go to work and I went with her. Tour the hospital coffee, the way to town - I am lost twice trying to get to the center when it would just follow the straight road from the hospital but oh well.
The center is nice. Flats, just look up, then go back to look down, and certainly the best one in town is not here, the palaces are like thousands of other palaces. Full of Asians.
The sea is nice, I have walked around for six hours on foot, the center, up to Ponsonby, then back, Albert Park, the center again, round and round, just to take confidence. The center is small, as is the whole city really. I think if I were to be a tourist in a serious way I would see everything there is to see in three days.

The people here are what I expected. Who have the aura of rustic that surrounds them, you are just from him caresses the neck. Fortunately, Asians are ok. Full of pacific islanders who are nice, but the whites are really Faccioni by simpletons. The coffee is
smerdaria expected it to be. And of course I like being smerdaria. I take the one with the cinnamon, and slam it into 5 or 6 bags of sugar.
The pubs are like in England, then not even waste time to describe them.
places to eat Asian ghetto are always fantastic and I think I'll eat them when I'm away from home.
the radio are pretty much just hiphop shit that I feel like crap. I now point views have been Americanized, there is no escape, if you try to put something like different cocks and banger or get tired. What's Syndrome.

After the tour we have Cheryl and I took the car (that is, she took the car, I took the pringles) and headed north. Planned trip by two weeks. Planned cock of course, it was decided to go north without knowing dovecomeperchè. We arrived in
Warkqualcosa and we stayed in a motel cute and then we went to the fair around the country. Then we left and arrived in Whangharei boredom that sucks. We found them near waterfalls and we had a tour of the woods, then head to the sea, Tutukaka. Nice name.

We found a motel for 70 € per night it was something Where's My Car. You say it cost too much for NZ. He was on top of a promontory overlooking the sea, rooms on two floors, bathroom kitchen and living room downstairs, bedroom upstairs with balcony, all to the east, watching the sun rise (with shit). 70 €. 35 apiece. Ah, how nice, miss na room at Romande Levico Terme overlooking the house in front of us would pay.

Oh well then we came back, all right.

Jetlag. No shit. I sleep at 7 pm and woke up at 4-5 at night unable to sleep. For the first two days. By Friday night, everything went fine.

Ok, battery almost gone and then I put the PC in office and hello, that tomorrow I need to look for work actively Giacchè attack in the name of Christ.

Thursday morning at 4:30 am going to take the Ch with her parents at the airport. Tensioneeeeeee. It will be fun.

As for the photos http://www.aggettivo7.com/auckland.zip here there are some zipped, For the rest who faccialibro look there that I put up.

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This afternoon was an eventful day: My head began to scream on a paper that could not be found. He and I were doing the documents that we failed to finish, a little 'because we were committed to the empty office, a little' because it is impossible to notice when he's pissed.

may well be angry if you keep on a neutral topic, such as weather.
Already I can imagine that I say
"But it's hot today"
He said, "But I do not understand what the fuck fuck me in this time of tempooooo! Fuck me that unless the weather is warm. We are almost August and then it is logical that it's hot! How the heck why not? It should be cold in August ??!!??"
Got the guy? Fortunately
not angry when she does and never after incazzatura passes. Anyway

me so stressed that when I got in the car (it was now 8 pm and I was around 9 am this morning), I placed all the cards on the hood I opened the car and I left!!
a cardboard folder and my contacts have fallen almost immediately in vain I chased the grocer. Then at the second curve has fallen even my agenda, but fortunately he hit the window and I did notice that there was sth strange that it had to do with the car and my documents, but I thought they were advertising tied to the windshield .

I stopped where I could (in double row in the corner, but with four arrows lit!) and I made the journey back on foot. Almost simultaneously, the phone rang!
I replied back my agenda while under a car in traffic, which had stopped to let me do, wondering how he could have flown my calendar there while on the phone at the same time I knew the answer. Paola
was my colleague who stopped by the butcher, who had explained what had happened, had recovered the rest of the documents and was calling me not being able to hide at all the hilarity.

A decision I made after this episode the following day exchange butcher!

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Gimnesnel: a product to be used in moderation

Back in 2005 I made a bet with my brother to lose 10 kg in 8 months and I entrusted to a dietician. He prescribed me a diet and told me to use Gimnesnel before lunch and dinner. He told me he had fibers. When I bought the package I read that helped reduce the absorption of fat Chitosan contains among other things.
decided to follow the diet and use it in moderation, instead of 14 times per week 3-4 times when I just qc exception. Result: I've lost about 2 kg in 4-5 days after that my weight was on hold for at least 1 year! (Failing to get even after fasting).
I stopped almost completely the pills I did not want a sudden weight loss because I think that this is associated with a sudden fat.
And so I continued the diet without or almost Gimnesnel.
I've lost the same (about 7 kg in 4 months) and use Gimnesnel just before dinner at the home of friends or dinners more plentiful.
Only a few weeks ago I used it once a day for 5 days that week and although I have made several exceptions to the diet and it was already the fifth month of the diet (the month when you begin to stabilize and less likely to lose weight usually included with exceptions) fell almost 2 kg
The price / quality ratio is good: it is a box of 60 tablets and costs about 20 €. Given the use that I do I still have almost half and I recommend it only before heavy meals in order to avoid unnecessary pangs of conscience.

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My first experience with INPS

I had to solve a family matter and I need to go for the first time in my life INPS.
I go first to the INPS of Somma Vesuvius and the number and after taking a 'wait for about 40 minutes telling me that the problem can not manage them and remind me of the INPS Afragola.

I can get another permit to work and then I go to Afragola. It was on Holy Thursday and find out a good sign: Closed system stores 20 and 21 March.
And I: Well!

Last week I finally managed (work permitting) to return. The INPS opens at 8.30 am and I arrived at 9.10 am by a security guard and took the number 52!
As soon as I saw it I thought: shit is worse than the E!
But where is all of 'those guys?

I asked what number was in it and they told me 17, so I decided to have coffee waiting at the bar.

the bar chatting with the owner I discovered that they also gave the numbers for Social Security, because it marks them on a piece of paper before the opening, so they had 14 and 15.
Incredible!
When I got back into the Social Security waiting room chatting with a gentleman told me that the valet parking (strictly illegal) was put out from 6 am to give numbers, also advised me to take my exit his cell phone number because he took them by phone!
And so I understand the explanation of my size 52 to 40 minutes of opening the seat. Two people gave numbers well before the unofficial! Maybe if they sold them, nothing you do for charity! INPS and consenting to accept all cards on pieces of paper flying!

However, around 10 to the security guard was joined by a gentleman in civilian clothes who gave numbers and explanations to those who asked. I thought that finally there was someone to whom a person could go, waiting to enter, although there have been a bit 'late, but I had to change my mind soon.

A lady sitting next to me says: "You see that? What do you think working with INPS? He's here to pass the time "I said, 'I do not understand. It is not an employee? Is beyond the acceptance of the Box "She said, 'But what use? I know him he was a goalkeeper at my mom. Now he is retired, is a widower; annoys you to stay home and be here for three years will be a friend of the guards. See how it gives an explanation then people come in and discover that they are wrong! "
And I think: Even in this case, all consenting! Nobody gives a fuck! "

There are 10.20 and we were already at number 40. Many numbers were not there and I was sitting that I get up to go near the group of people about to enter that number to see if they were present and the remaining 12 issues that separated me from the goal. I wanted to set whether to continue to sit or if I had to get up and get closer to the 'input clients'

I get up and I say that I am the first to him and ask, "what number did you?"
He looks at me grimly, "Why do you ask? "And I" Really ... "He said, 'Why did not see me before and suddenly I see here and think it is just entered?" And I (who I had not noticed this in any way): " But I. .. "And he paced" Look, I was outside is not that suddenly I came here before. I took the number regularly "
I just wanted to know if I stand or sit. According to me if I insisted with the Lord to know his number (I thought I asked a question so personal) he would have threatened to call his lawyers. What's crazy!
I approached with a look to others to try to ask someone else looking at their number and the grim look I decided not to seek to avoid controversy completely useless and meaningless. (At the Post happily tell you their number). I tried to peek into their hands but the numbers were hidden then I tried to steal from their talk that fucking numbers had, to no avail.
I finally sat down again and the Lady next to me who had the number in plain view, and then it seemed as normal as I explained what had happened.
At one point a man stood up and started the group of people about to enter and I said, 'Excuse me, what number is he? "He said," And you? "And I, without false modesty and with the utmost transparency "52" and he continued his journey without telling me his number! The lady next to me laughing: Today is your day! Not even this man told her the number "

Meanwhile, I was curious to know what number they arrived: there was no display and within said only: Next! I wonder if ever draw!). It

riprospetta again drawing the number. I hope to solve the problem. Go to the INPS is not an easy thing.

You really give the numbers!

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And another colleague goes on ....

I work at my company for about 4 years. When I started working, back in April 2004, I found another colleague at work about 50 years. He was very efficient and good at the computer.
I was fine with him.
I learned quickly what is working and what did my homework but more independent than I did my colleague was away, knowing that I leave the office now in safe hands.

In October, the owners have they had already been fired over the days that those who did not come. And I found myself alone for a few days.

Then she was hired a girl.

I educated on the type of work that needed to be done. She seemed excited. He started working in a constant.
He took the duties of holders to take away the burden and give them to me or her (but who had they asked? But because he thought they were stressed out? I saw them so quiet. But why then has not only burdened you? Because even I?). All satisfied in short (well ....).
was so excited that when the company agreed to be certified ISO 9000, to reach the goal, for more than a month she decided that she and I had to work until 22 pm and on Saturday because we had to be okay with not only the cards since it started the certification but at least a year! (A pain in the ass in other words that I-behind to avoid feeling by his hysterics and spillover from the owners that she would put me gently against). In short, although it was not responsible for the quality system, it was me, was the person ever, even more than the consultant and the certifier, who believed in this system!

The work is then brought to scleral exponentially. He started to say that I needed to rest and she took a week holidays, I had to finish work at 18.00 and I was working until 19.30 and she went off at 18.00.

And so in August 2006 was dismissed after a year and 10 months (saying that the company would have failed without her a little later), leaving me alone but with twice the work I had before it arrived (Nicely ' accussi eh!).

holders at this point having to take another person to support me have asked me, man or woman? And I, for heaven's sake man!

And so in September 2006 he came to work with another colleague. Person in a quiet, rational. I was fine with him. The work was not the priority of his life. She would never run out for and especially what did not exhaust me, with a surplus of labor (indeed). His duties have risen quickly because he had a training certificate which allowed him to be responsible for some companies. The work has increased (but which failed shortly thereafter: thank goodness that does not always grasp the dry!) \u200b\u200bAnd the second degree that he was going to take time away is lost more and more as time lost for him no longer existed .
And so he started to take one day a week and not even enough more than 2 January 2008 he resigned after a year and a half. And again

holders to me, man or woman? And I, of course, man. So I'm back seeking.

Now I wonder as I continue to resist in spite of everything and everyone around me and who goes, what does it mean? I will be the problem? What do I do with these people? I consider myself a pretty calm and rational person. But maybe not! Maybe I'm arrogant and unbearable.

So I am again waiting for my next colleague. Will be rational or irrational? Loyal or faithful? Who knows I hope I will know soon, very soon.