To work is the only sacrifice for which we are paid to make. I woke up today per the morning thinking that it went to be one day normal, as all the others. At the height of summer, I arose myself, I took my bath I dressed, me, with summer clothes, is clearly, I took a coffee and I was to the work. At the moment where I place the foot is of house here it is that I come across myself with the following situation: he was cold! at the height of summer! 12 degrees were the temperature. But as good Brazilian, I did not come back to agasalhar me, and of the way of house to the work I came passing cold. There vocs they ask to me: you are wild? Not, I answer, I do not only have will to even come back in house, to change of clothes, stops later passing heat. But we go what it interests. Where that a normal citizen goes to live deeply what I live deeply all day? Where you would work to only have transtornadas people to its redor? I know! Where I work This is my first chronicle.

I decided to write it therefore I do not have as to say this with my colleagues. One of them, this exactly, one of them, therefore I am the only one man of the commercial department hates, me. Simply without reason none, without I to have done nothing against it, in my first day of work it already did not accept me as its colleague. I do not know if she is because I am ugly, or hairy, or great excessively, but hates it me. Another colleague suffers from TOC: Compulsory Obscessivo upheaval.

It organizes clips in one petty cash, divided of 8 in 8, lined up perfectly. This loses one hour for turn almost making. It must be being stammering, close to the 40 years, bachelor and run aground. To another one it is the one that better I coexist. It is the one that more speaks with me, even so does not stop of speaking per one alone minute. I have a supervisor that it seems the Incredible Hulk, taking off the question of the voice, that seems the squirrels of the Alvin film and the Squirrels. Now it constructs in its mind the figure of this person, is tragic! My head is one serious super face, but today she must have taken some type of drug, therefore she was playing with my compulsory colleague. They seemed two children! There vocs they speak to me: this face must be had fun! Not, this is tragic! The people simply only think about same them. They find that only because they are older or because they are ha more time in the company is superior, that they order. I find that I am not of this world, where all only think about the proper nose, that exactly you trying to help are seen as an adversary. I must be being wild.