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There's the joy of

Closure 7 pm 30 am.

quick shower.

Breakfast on the run.

Dress randomly by the physical proximity of clothing from my hand.

Down stairs at full speed.

patient's physician crossed second in the lobby of the building. He looks sick. It has a head full of wrinkled prune. I wish him the door with a smile. Hello or thank you.

Brisk in the street.

subway turnstile. The bright eyes of kindness, I want the door to a plump woman, falsely blonde and really unpleasant. No thank you or anything.

course I catch the subway. The doors close under my nose and on one end of the sleeve of my jacket. The next arrives 3 minutes later. Already quite full. I see a place miraculously free. I myself slips with difficulty. I'm going to sit down with happiness and relief, when suddenly I see it. Pregnant women. I move my head seat, mimicking to perfection the girl nice and helpful, loving abandon, without any hope of replacing its headquarters at 9 o'clock in the morning rush hour, and this early in the journey, a woman made pregnant until 'ears. Of course, she accepts. His smile looks more like a nervous quiver of the upper lip as a demonstration of recognition or accomplice shared pleasure.

Change, long corridor, a guy I lean immense and spins a shot in the shoulder doubling me excitedly. Neither apology or smile. At every time, I'll have a bruise.

RER. A good woman bites me stack my seat before I sit down. Without even pretending to throw me any tiny peek just to show she knows that I exist and it has just bitten me.

Check the tram. Seat. Phew. A guy comes up to me in his shirt. I shifted my legs to let him pass through. I stick a blow to the knee. No thank you or sorry. Ouch.

Arrival at the agency. I call the elevator. It is full of those returning from their morning coffee, relaxed and chattering. No place. I await the next. I ride. 4 people inside. None of which responds to my hello.

I enter in my office finally glad to be able to connect to my despair with people sympathetic, kind and who like me. The girls took to drink a coffee. Without me.

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Sometimes in life, there is just one word, exact, which expresses much good, with extraordinary accuracy, everything we feel. A single word that gives us the impression that it was invented just for this moment, this moment, this moment in which the infinite palette feelings nuanced and complex fades to form one huge pile of gray nervousness, distress, despair and sadness.


SHIT!