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The worst holiday of my life

took a month without writing here. Sorry. The reasons are many, but two stand out:

1. Twitter. As happened to many, Twitter cannibalized my blog. It is seductively suitable for chronic undisciplined like me. Do not give rhythm to the text, do not explain too much, and fifteen minutes after you write it, nobody else will read. But after each pretentious aphorism after every joke inconsistent, could not help hearing a little voice in the audience shouting "Who Cares?". And finally I got bored, and here I am.

2. The worst holiday of my life. As you know, I am enslaved for 480 hours CINVESTAV. Took approximately 160.5, of which 30 are stolen, and the rest fully met hilarious and enriching tasks such as:

• soldering irons Soldering wires that burn like a sun
• stripping the teeth, aided by a cutter without insurance. Putting
• sound and light circuit that opens the door. Oh, and magically increase the scope Alambrito changing the antenna. Enlarge
• a hole in the wall using a file. Perched on a bench.
• Disinfect toilets.

however, has left me beautiful lessons:

• Weld as people engineer decent. Become
• dude for hours "installing software", "unscrewing a box" or "waiting for him to vacate the soldering iron."
• Pretending I do not hear the orders until the third time I repeat them.
• Doing what I ordered, even stupid, because after all accumulated hours.

is assumed that, before the holidays, for five hours a day, from one to six. But, tired as I am, and approaching the end of my career, I decided to pass hours during the holidays. All fucking day ( Almost ) going from 11 to 6 pm.

So my life is split between hearing the news, go to the toilet, and twitter and watch movies or night. Pretty Fucking Depressing. Pretty Fucking Unblogable.

But got much better. I am very happy since 2 July. The little problem is that my joy is in Guadalajara on Tuesday and to the other Friday. And I've spent, and sure I'm going to go, nostalgia. Every time I open the phone, I verify that I have no messages, and back to leave on the desktop. And when the screen saver makes it shine, half a minute later, I can not avoid the shock of joy thinking that I wrote. Idiot, I passed Every fucking time. But I love feeling like this.