Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mentruation With Prolapse

Itching



hate Scream Sunday disenchanted is tired, drugged, hypnotized, the bag FERVEX ® has typed it two hours ago is beginning to take effect, she stiffened members, she feels weak, depressed, but she must speak.

Désenchantée hate Sunday as foreign Camus the young Meursault hated Sunday, the sun too, as the Scream, the sun makes her nervous, it's because of what I'm in jail! Because the sun Mr Justice! The sun dazzled me when the gun went off by itself!

Oh and the fact Désenchantée regret not being a lawyer! She has never regretted that much these days of revolution, she knew she missed her vocation in a while. Her mother once said: you ought to be a lawyer, you still need the arguments! And this is that the idea has hit hard! Yes I have done an excellent lawyer, I was also very strong letters to high school, I read a lot, I could have studied law, well it's true I hate the "recitation" one must learn by heart the legal texts, etc., but I do not care, I would have managed with a little intelligence and of rapping language, "I am strong language so I could succeed in law school! Would have liked so disenchanted defend and fight for good causes, a legal career that would so tired because it is kind of all fire and flame it is hyper sensitive and she takes things very seriously, but at least she would have excelled in their field, instead of cold months in the offices of public administration. Not that she does not like an engineer, an engineering degree, but she would have done better as a lawyer, plus she loved the series Ally Mc Bill, then yes it made an excellent lawyer! She loves the concrete, save lives, solve problems, make a difference in people's lives, significantly! Rather work with a computer, manipulating data, writing reports, doing surveys! Not what she wants Scream is action, the concrete, face to face with others and with herself ..

She would have liked to defend the heroes of the Kasbah For example, she wanted to go there, participate, but she had not had the opportunity and that she really regrets! But she does not regret having gone to work yesterday, it was a memorable day! The Minister for Employment was in direct dialogue with young people unemployed, then what are the departmental officials who have spoken, everyone complaining, denouncing this or that problem. Especially a woman took the opportunity to denounce the cowardly behavior of the man working at the diamond jubilee cabinet that sexually harassed, and guess what? The man in question was there before everyone with his grizzled head, what am I saying? with his white hair betraying see exaggerating his 63 years, wiping these shameful accusations, trying to defend himself awkwardly, my God he is not ashamed? They asked him to identify before but it's still there, he still holds to his chair, he would have forfeited his place to another more deserving than him! A colleague then took the floor and asked the minister not to care too much about the problems of departmental management and especially youth unemployment, he said he saw people living in extreme conditions and there is his voice became shaky as he was shaken by the crying and everyone applauded, I told her congratulations to the exit, bravo for what you said, but basically I wanted to say bravo to be as human! : for to better serve youth, we must treat enormous flaws that exist in government! Moreover, I have seen colleagues say they hate their salaries because they are at the point of reading a newspaper and then go home! Why? Because we do not give them work, because we do not give them the opportunity to excel and use their accumulated skills after many years of study, such as CSP (advisor to public services ) people who are after the Masters three years in ENA they are paid during the years of study, they benefit from internships abroad, and in the end they are automatically assigned departments! Why is this mess? Why we come to the point of wondering if our salary is halal or not? Scream was very touched to hear his colleagues tell their dismay, to attend these shocking confessions of truth and honesty, it felt like to attend such meetings is seen in the U.S. series, such group therapy to a psychologist, she said then I'm not alone in having this kind of remorse? A feeling guilty because I have not produced anything for days?

What emotional day, and this minister so patient! He came within one morning to hear the suffering of old a few decades! Good luck with that! But thou shalt come, I trust you, I would have liked to talk to you too, talk to you about this dirty old who has not complied with my veil, which has not kept him for his arrogant comments to my address and that of my friends, I wish to speak directly to the old lick boots and say what you're placed right tutor? By what right you're allowed to "control" our place to talk about one of the most personal of an individual: the way he dresses! I wish to say so many things, but I did not! Why bother? my colleagues have said most of my thoughts, and I do not want to whine, the veil is an achievement for me, it's been that I no longer suffer discrimination concrete, plus I believe that the old vicious was sufficiently punished and humiliated like that, the woman from Sidi Bouzid did not really formed, and how! She arrived at the point of asking someone to accompany her whenever she had to go to his office ! And how, this time it has waited too long!

hate Scream Sunday at his heart there are still things which gnaw the upset, she feels like a itching, his head is heavy since December 2010, she suffered from itching primarily related to excessively long beautiful summer to winter in Tunisia that has not finished being consumed since the day a street vendor (not a graduate, when you're really poor we did not have the luxury of pursuing higher education) decided to sacrifice himself, Peace be to his soul. I close with one last itch, since the dream began Tunisia, I saw hardly anyone say "thank you God", we're still trying to glorify the people and forget that without the will of God, nothing this would have happened!

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