Ok. Arrived at the fifth week in office, I can say that I set. I get my feet on automatic pilot to the coffee machine, I remember half the names of colleagues that I should mention, beginning to appreciate the trees I see from my window. The shift
8 +1 +2 hours (including lunch break and shift in meters) is a bit 'tough. Especially the sad nell'urfida lunch room cafeteria floor -1 (MINUS-ONE laws, laws CELLAR IN THE DARK).
The office is in the cosmic void (read 'on the sink Boccea') en
there on a parquet floor, a restaurant, a kebabbaro pizzettaro or a similar nearby. So I carry a pranzettino prepared at home. And by virtue need arises (it says so, right?).
Arrive home around 20, the jelly cats, shower, big salad for dinner. Then I start to think about my bento for the next day. I think I like rice, omelette all'involtino, the Sauteed vegetables accompanying the seal, to the colors.
I cook dinner while the video call a little 'with Pikkun and then I go to bed, the cats after reading a bit'.
the morning after breakfast while I cook the rice, then everything in my bento boxes tokiense and at eight-thirty, when I go, I do not feel down in the dumps. Already thinking about lunch from there a few hours.
During lunch, the cafeteria is always urfida and always in the basement (supposedly populated by strange monsters Panzoni) but my room is so pretty and think about what I eat the next day, the colors you want in the dish and the I can invent, I become a bit 'more cheerful.
And then I make a great look great every time I set food! : D
Uh uh uh!
V.
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