Part 004 · ~1 min read

“Hi John, I wl nt b @ wrk 2day. Dont feel 2 good. Pls cover if necess. I ll read my mail on blackb. Flavio”.  And this is done for the day. I can’t believe I run out of holidays already this year. Two weeks left to go to New York next month, and I will have to call off sick for the rest of the year. Why on earth I came back to Italy? I know why… I wish I didn’t sometimes! So, let’s look at the plans for the day: 8:00 Pilates, 11:00 call office, 13:00 go to the office, 20:00 dinner at Mario’s. There is too much to do at work to be off all day. Sometimes I wish my sense of responsibility would not be so big, and I could do as others do and take full weeks off due to hay fever or whatever crap they make up when they do not fancy going to work. But probably this is the main difference between me and the others: I love my job. I don’t fancy going to Pilates this morning. I am sure it is a load of crap and, as usual, Sonya must have filled Mario’s head in about the benefits of this practice and Mario, to keep her quiet as he always does, has told her that he would have tried and me, as usual, run behind him like a fucking dog! I hate him sometimes. I wish I had stayed abroad instead of coming back to this fucking country.