at night with my memories.
ghostly gleam In the dim light the pictures that Michelle gave me and Gabriel.
are photos of the past fourteen years, are photos of his brothers when they were students of mine.
In the silence I have made. My wife sleeps soundly and my son dropped a toy to hug.
is so degrading and so obscene my work in a Call Center ridiculous happened five or six hours there detoxified by the time elapsed.
There is no big deal, is an honest job where I get calls, look up information on an intranet system and supposedly solve technical problems.
The point is that not true. The site is designed to break the will of the people, times and breaks arbitrarily moving in a policy more akin to captivity that the work environment, presumably the weight of an international firm which is a franchisee but in reality as cambientes applies rules and inconsistent as the mind of a teenager.
To confront every day knowing that at the whim of some official, rather than working twelve, sixteen hours a day better educating the minds of children and young people, I have to hang a pet to the neck plate, get rid of anything harmful such as books, pencils, pens, notebooks, cellular, etc. and enter a room occupied mostly by teenagers dull, lacking the most elementary education, and I do not mean the academic but the basic one that is taught about to respect the age, social status or education of others. Brats that deal with sarcasm and lies given by a computer system rigged mostly people of low intellectual and cultural level. And this attitude is rewarded with a metric in which the most prominent in promoting these practices live Peter Principle in a jurisdiction with merits is "promoted" to other incompetent landlord with less merit. The paradox of access restrictions such as books, is the statement that "the work is not to read" but every 8 meters from the exhibition have satellite television screens paths with reality shows and even pornography. I guess that if it is part of the job. Especially when there are special and boxing fights football matches.
not talk about the fact that banning cell phone use on floor is something I think is right with two caveats: Along with my keychain and my watch, it is a personal subject that nobody has any reason to part with him and that if the problem is the use, simply turn it off but not go through a ridiculous "Operation Backpack" carried out by guards with low levels of treatment.
This threatens to break my spirit every day while touting the news every day, that I worked fourteen years to avoid. Every day I hear that denigrates society which is leading more and who kill, steal or viola, while those struggling to fix problems are "swept under the carpet as waste to hide.
is in the darkness and stillness of the night that my hands shown in the photos. Children of beautiful smiles, clean looking children, children with whom I took responsibility as their own.
I saw them grow, I applauded their successes, their mistakes bothered me and took me to reflect on whether I should spend more time and attention.
photographs have escaped from my hand.
years have passed. Since I have neither the color nor the amount of hair that showed the photos. My resources are almost exhausted and yet on Saturday, despite the sleeplessness andthe invasion of my life that causes the Call Center, open the door of my home to get my students. "Dragons."
I have very little time to teach them not to get frustrated with failure, they should use it to strengthen. I must reinforce its values, teach them by example to be honest (and this hard when every day I have less to feed my family).
My time is limited to profile them and pass beyond an "entertainment" passenger, an attitude towards life, a procedure that will return to rid the wave rocks stronger and stronger.
Maybe your parents know, maybe just at home count the number of "jobs" they do in class. Maybe they can not see that within twenty years Read a word and can understand its meaning because I have tried to teach the origin of our language, the laws of the universe, planetary physics, the real, not pseudo invade every day more feeble minds.
Dragons are my only tangible legacy, photographs reminded me of my luggage and my vocation. I can not feel exhausted, time is crucial to work as a parapadeo be young candidates to join me in the call center.
If they get there, I will have failed.
In middle of the night rings in my ears what I heard while passing through the street in front of a bookstore:
"The Lord of CRONOS.
surprised I turned to look at the face of him that I said this sentence to pass.
I asked if we know it and I replied that everyone in the convention Comics know me as "The Lord of Cronos."
I was left thinking, lack of sleep, lack of time to hang out with people and worthy projects, has been isolating me, making me believe that nobody notices my work. It is normal, blockaded with the government and to the media anyone can feel nonexistent. But the man in the library has given me an important lesson. No matter who devote effort to faint, I make tangible my message to the right people. The real city that struggles every day to become a future.
These pictures have been renewing my contract with life. Every rock, every difficulty to overcome are there because they should be.
chose a path unexplored. As well, there are no signs, no sidewalks and there is no picnic. People around me
pity me and wished me luck but I was aware that those who have attempted to follow my path are tired and have given up. In the stillness of the night I'm alone with my thoughts. I'm not taking important decisions, I'm not taking big turns. Consistent with what have been my last few years, I'm just thinking, rationalizing and codifying what I received sensory and emotional, but my actions have not changed. Tomorrow
continue denouncing and fighting the unjust, I will work and will continue to run Roldán teaching Greek, Latin, Italian, French and English.
I can not give up because giving up is to show that the poor are filling their vacancies.
And in the midst of the darkness that surrounds me, I know that despite everything, I have never allowed to be mediocre. Perhaps
the light of this reasoning that has illuminated the photos. ANNEX
LAST MINUTE
Besides writing, I did not post this text before going to work and arrive at the Call Center has informed me that "Work Force" a sort of department talking ape has determined that the night shift workers can not "part time" and that if I keep working, or I move to another shift in the morning or I go "full-time." This represents a further demonstration of the fickle, inconsistent and child is the administration of these places, as when they canceled the shift from 11 pm to 6:30 am, I claimed that he would go to conciliation and arbitration because this amounted to say goodbye because no other schedule allowed me to meet my child's activities. The manager then, told me I needed to request waivers, such as holidays, shortened hours or days of rest restriction but did not the bigger the problem. Now that the time has passed, a monkey with delusions of grandeur has chosen to ignore this and declare the above, to simplify their work, nobody has shortened the night shift. This is the stupidity that constantly denounced and will grow if people allow it.
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