That's what happens when you swing too. That comes the harsh reality, the crude gravity, and you take a leñazo. Metaphorically
has gone something like this: This costs a lot more work than I thought and not would be prancing around and fun. Finally, entendáis not get me wrong, is not it I can not, is simply that circumstances have put his foot to see if slipping:
- I come from a previous work hard, with enough mental wear.
- I thought that work on a Friday and Monday I joined the next.
- A existing project in which I begin to give birth to ideas from minute 1.
- Am I giving birth only these ideas (though thank God, a colleague of mine coordinates).
- is fiction. I have not dealt fiction: Format change!
- is home . I have not wrote from home and less in the circumstances of habitability. Changing dynamics.
- Very good job and I do not screw up , by God, I do not screw up, for God ...
These circumstances (except the first) by themselves, are scrotumtightening wonderful. That is: are cool! Even many have wanted for years! Many must be hating! But I assure you that despite all its benefits, when all that out of the blue comes a tender heart tender, da juju. Set
time to adapt to a new job, a new project that they've already started a new company where you place you is important. Now I must adapt to the ways and places, formats, media, dynamic ... and besides, I forget all my time without a vacation (one week lost there in years does not count) to get to perform at top. Because if not, all this carries a risk: The labor crisis. Let the mind go blank and the blues.
After skirting this danger, I am ready to face the future with the hope of finally seeing the light and thinking that I'll get the hang of it all. And what the heck, it is very very good. In fact, it's a great job. And we paid for it!
That must have patience, my god. Damn anxious overachievers, by Jove!
Be right with you.
. has gone something like this: This costs a lot more work than I thought and not would be prancing around and fun. Finally, entendáis not get me wrong, is not it I can not, is simply that circumstances have put his foot to see if slipping:
- I come from a previous work hard, with enough mental wear.
- I thought that work on a Friday and Monday I joined the next.
- A existing project in which I begin to give birth to ideas from minute 1.
- Am I giving birth only these ideas (though thank God, a colleague of mine coordinates).
- is fiction. I have not dealt fiction: Format change!
- is home . I have not wrote from home and less in the circumstances of habitability. Changing dynamics.
- Very good job and I do not screw up , by God, I do not screw up, for God ...
These circumstances (except the first) by themselves, are scrotumtightening wonderful. That is: are cool! Even many have wanted for years! Many must be hating! But I assure you that despite all its benefits, when all that out of the blue comes a tender heart tender, da juju. Set
time to adapt to a new job, a new project that they've already started a new company where you place you is important. Now I must adapt to the ways and places, formats, media, dynamic ... and besides, I forget all my time without a vacation (one week lost there in years does not count) to get to perform at top. Because if not, all this carries a risk: The labor crisis. Let the mind go blank and the blues.
After skirting this danger, I am ready to face the future with the hope of finally seeing the light and thinking that I'll get the hang of it all. And what the heck, it is very very good. In fact, it's a great job. And we paid for it!
That must have patience, my god. Damn anxious overachievers, by Jove!
Be right with you.
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