Friday, August 20, 2010

Can Asthma Make You Snore

Tales from the Shoping




Today I'll tell you a true story, but with fictitious names, non deschavar the true protagonists of history, first because I did not get permission, and secondly, because I will not be to blame for the expulsion of one of them the place where he works.

Once upon a time in a town near Rosario, three brothers from a family of "lower-middle class " which is as illusory in that we differ among ourselves, and we lie blatantly staring in the mirror every morning when we brush our teeth.

The three brothers grew up and became adults. They are, in order of birth, Palmira 27, Heriberto 25, and Juan Carlos , 22.

Palmira studied biotechnology, promising tough race if any in this era. Heriberto , the middle, he studied dentistry, graduating a year ago. And then there is the minor, Juan Carlos , who knows what he wants from his life and was a career boyando another without clear what he likes. Do not blame him, at his age I do not know what to do with my life and here I come, disappointed, hopeless and angry at everything, trying in vain to give a slap of drowning on the end of my youth. Palmira

, at the end of his career, went to work in a laboratory funded German to study different diseases that we have human beings, victims of this shitty way of life that someone demarcated and no one ever suggested to reverse. Bah, there were a couple of guys who tried, beard and olive green clothes, but they did a shit in Bolivia makes a lot, and the other was locked up in their island and could not prove her point.

The laboratory where his research Palmira ago, earlier this year, achieved a breakthrough in the difficult road of battle Parkinson's disease and Alzheimer's disease . Came in all day, his group was chosen "Character of the Year " in the newspaper" La Capital ", were received by the mayor, then governor in Santa Fe he prepared a meal full of tarteletitas fresh hearts of palm and champagne. Even a friend of the national government announced that they were going to have the support they need.
None of this happened, obviously, and the discovery came to nothing, because the labs are not interested in humans cure because it is not business, which itself is willing to fund research to discover cures for "making chronic. " To understand it better, if you're a researcher and discover the cure cancer or AIDS, you should get your ass its discovery because no corporation is interested in supporting it. If you change, instead of burning the eyelashes for a cure, they are designing a pill that burns that have cancer or AIDS should take for the rest of his life, yes. A lot of corporations that interests you, take hostage as many humans as possible. Palmira

works about twelve hours a day. Sometimes, on Sundays, has got to go completely crazy experiments at times, like three in the morning, for example. Earn $ 3,500 per month. Heriberto

received dental and had three options:

One was installed in Rosario, where a dentist every three blocks and was going to end up working as professor of the faculty or click on a reputable dentist. Bad idea.

Another possibility was to go to dental work to the nearby town where he was born in Rosario, where there is a dentist every fifty blocks. Interesting.

The other possibility was installed in the remote village where her father lives, where there is only one dentist, which is already old and crafty, and dodge all the people, turning the place into a place inhabited by beings with terrible problems dental oral. Tempting .

Heriberto decided on this third option. And he was very good. Works as twelve hours a day and the people queuing in the street for the new doctor will solve the dental problem. Earn great. To the extent that already tightened unionists PAMI, to give them a commission for the patients it serves in this archaic and corrupt state social work.

And then there is Juan Carlos , which proved a career, tried another, abandoned. Came time to work in a church named agricultural corporation, but for six months is the time that agricultural corporations with names taken church employees, contractors by a third party and then cast out and not have to pay compensation. Then go Juan Carlos , working for six months and is replaced by Equis , working the next six months and so on. The church named agricultural corporation pays an extra percentage to another corporation that manages people like parts on a shelf and ready.

Juan Carlos reached to buy a small motorcycle in time to spare work in that agricultural corporation named church, but then, stay out of work, not got the money to pay off the last installments of the bike no money for fuel. The mother helped him on the latter and managed to pay the debt.

This put him in a bad mood. The days passed, the job offers were conspicuous by their absence and began to go out at night and sleep late, drunk, probably to better withstand the sad reality that we played live.

The mother claimed composure and began shorting family. And Juan Carlos came to Rosario, estranged from his mother, living in a boarding house and looking for work "whatever ."

" Whatever" appeared reasonably fast. He got a job at a food company Rosario Quick is in one of the malls, which is further away. The pension is at the center. Working hours are from 12 to 8 pm or 4 to 12 pm. The bike was in the house of the mother, he had nowhere to leave here in Rosario.

Juan Carlos began working at the fast food restaurant under the orders of barbecue , first organizing the orders, then building to place the skewers on the grill, then give the meat that would go to the BBQ.

spent a whole week and Juan Carlos would work with uncertainty, as the owner of the establishment will never appear on the site. And he began to worry. And he consulted his colleagues, he was told that this was so, that the owner never came, very occasionally appeared the manager once a month, and only a little. But do not worry, you pay the salary. Juan Carlos asked his companions to that much was paid, but the fellow did not know, because each charged different amounts depending on the range, and the work he still was not too clear.

Juan Carlos continued to go to work and neither the owner nor the manager showed signs of life. And he spent another week. And another.

Finally, one day, appeared to establish a young woman with dark and huge lenses that covered much of the face, it makes it a fly or an alien with an air of Susana Gimenez, noting that she was the daughter of the owner, and requested a strip roast pedantic tone highlighting: - What is sequita, eh? -
Juan Carlos asked his father, with great respect, and explained that he was new and was interested in having a talk with your boss, would not know how much to charge, what their role in the company and, above all, to know with whom he worked, to appear, to which the woman replied, waving hand as swatting a bug, do not worry, but she knew nothing, which would come one day the manager, all with glasses on and without even focusing his face toward the place where Juan Carlos , behind the counter. And she sat at a table, warning that you pull the strip quickie because it was rushed.

Another week passed and Juan Carlos could not have a talk with the manager. At that time he worked had to do several times, " overtime, at the request of barbecue, that sort of big shot in derelict. Juan Carlos made them, fighting tooth and nail with his alter ego that ate the coconut ordering him to go fuck that crazy place once and for all.

One day the manager appeared, rushed, even with sunglasses. Juan Carlos presented and requested the information for almost a month I was waiting for: Salary, working hours, range . The manager told him not to worry, that they were about to speak, that now was a bit rushed. And he turned and left, then walk back on his heels and point out the shirt that Juan Carlos was wearing, and ask him not to go to work more with T-shirts with prints or stripes, which could only be done with plain shirts.

Juan Carlos , however illogical it may seem, has plain shirts ( Would you? ), got some borrowed items and continued going to work with uncertainty seizing his psyche as a ruthless conqueror post-Columbian. And he spent another week. The days that it's up to stay until 12 pm at work, comes home at about 3 am, because that's when the groups no longer pass through the shoping area and has to walk back, by the middle of the street, rotate your waist every so often to see if it comes the bondi. But the bondi not come.

One day, get to work, found an envelope with your name. He opened it and it had $ 750 with a note explaining the amount: 15 days $ 6 time + X amount of overtime $ 5.

And Juan Carlos understood how I was going to be treated in that place once and for all. pay him $ 6 work when $ 5 extra time. Yes, I repeat in case you did not understand: extra hour's pay a weight less than the common time .

Grill who hired him in black, and treats it as if it were a stinking rat smeared with shit, bill $ 10,000 per day between Monday and Thursday, and $ 20,000 per day between Friday and Sunday. It has 5 employees, who earn $ 1500 per month and pay them as they wish. It is strictly forbidden to take food " on" the day at your home. And not even be provided outside the needy Shopping waiting for a crumb till late night. Leftovers pulled. And it goes much food. Whole trays of roast beef. If for some reason an employee is seen taking a strip of leftover roast seared on the grill to eat at home, the employee is dismissed .

Now yes, nobody cares a damn about all this and I am writing While the Rev. fart. Surely " The Portal" will receive the same amount of useless immeasurable, as cows in the slaughterhouse , parade stupid and blinded by God knows which chemical element that hypnotizes and puts it to zombie, wandering the aisles with a string of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, while there are local companies that take money snow shovel and treat employees like shit there smelly and obnoxious.

A truly disgusting that not only is going to end but on the contrary, it will become worse.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Community Service Completion Letter For Court

The mysterious men in black



This time I want to return to mention absurd situations that occur in the park in the area between Dorrego Wheelright and President Roca thereabout. That place that does not know his name, but surely is an absurd name, for example, " Freedom Square" or " Justice Square, saw that they put those names usually assholes ... What if in this ispa had " freedom" or " justice", but what can we do, right?

Well, it turns out, that, as we all know, I walk my dog \u200b\u200bthere. Some say: - There! What a snob! - But no, the first time I got to walk my dog \u200b\u200bwhen she was released from quarantine of the first three months in which not only should not go out, but, if so, must be UPA ( the dog knows it has to speak ) painted long in that place, she made friends with some ten dogs of various breeds and ages and their owners were types ropes, so the square unsaddled Snob. Who likes either, and no, that is tanned.

In the railing facing the river is a ravine that leads to it. And the bottom of that canyon live the mysterious men in black of strip "Macanudo " of Liniers. Some guys terribly dark, they teach respect and distance, as few in this city, dressed in huge inflatable camperones, hats and scarves to protect their true identities, leaving only the views of the parishioners that the sighted, the eye line. Intimidating eyes and inquisitors, of course.

and live down there. Until recently I had not seen or had not made contact, but there was a rumor of his presence. Several groups of normal human who will play football there were victims of the mysterious men in black , losing the ball in their hands. Balls or anything that falls down there are automatically obscure sect conquered by the gully.

One day, Saturday morning, early, I was with my dog \u200b\u200bnear the railing, which I never do, but not by fear but by laziness, as the car is far from me, but I ran into the area canidae and followed, innocent, with my cup of hot coffee. And I got ready to smoke the morning faso, uncompromising service that I have had for decades.

At the time I get my cigarette from its box, you see a head in the grass of the cliff, hidden by a hat and scarf and begins at me, threatening. I became Olympian asshole and continued with my task, but from the corner of my left eye saw that the head had decided, at my indifference, and out of the bushes near my integritud, so I started to walk away.

The mysterious man in black followed me, untimely, a strategic angled two meters behind my right shoulder blade while my dog, boluda important if any, he was playing and jumping. Then I had to stop and turn around. And I looked into his eyes. And I found at least his nationality was Chilean. The

trasandino looked hard at me and ordered me to: - Give me a cigarette - To which I replied, he had no more (which some other hand) Then I pointed to the pocket where my empty box by bagged and returned to order: - Give me a cigarette -

As I do not like being bossy and a lot less than a Chilean mandonée me cold , took the empty box fasos of my pocket and threw it in the face as he said in an energetic tone - I have no (pok ! - noise banging his nose box) If you say no I have is because I have, and if I have the cash in your pocket is to not dirty the park - and I left the dog tied to the side of the car.

Chilean indignantly, continued following me and harassing me, saying Chilean indecipherable behind my shoulder, but I kept my pace and did not give ball until almost feel her breath on my neck, which is why I stopped and turned back to me. And indeed. We had an inch. - do not know what you're saying, Chile. And I do not care - I offered as a last resort. The Chilean looked hard at me and told me, always threatening, the empty box of butts in the hand: - This? - supported me in the chest box - I throw it in the trash - and went to his ravine.

A week back to the park and also very early, I decided, seeing no one and my dog \u200b\u200bgarca quiet, smoke a faso with my freshly bought at the precise moment it appears by the side of the street another mysterious man in black, about 2, 30 meters tall, wearing a black, inflatable camperón that came on the heels ( not know where he got, there is no camperón so great, do not annoy me ) and appeared to levitate instead of walking, the rigid, tubular a coat.
looked like a refrigerator with freezer in black had come alive and decided to walk out of that Saturday morning. And he got on the grass, diagonal, due to his dark abode: The estate of the mysterious men in black , which is downhill, on the side of "Down Spain." When my dog \u200b\u200bsees him approach her, floating 10 inches off the ground like a ghost, put his tail between his legs and darted to the side of the silos. Shouted his name several times, but did not give me ball, turning in a blink of an eye the 30 meters that once separated us in many more than 100. So I threw the butt and shit coffee and ran to fetch ( had never done such a thing, I always ignore ).

In the run to the rescue of my dog \u200b\u200bwith panic attack, happened near mysterious black man standing between my dog \u200b\u200band I at the time of the explosion canine.

The mysterious man in black turns, looks at me and says, pointing at the horizon, with an innocent smile on his face:
- Poor thing, I must have scared the ... -
I looked at him answered: - Yes is most likely - and walked away. Near

silos, finally, I could catch it.