Bidou Bidou ...
After a very long period of unsuccessful search for a job (one day), I got an interview, which took place yesterday evening (as you know if you've read anything here).
So yesterday evening: 7:25 p.m.
I rang the doorbell of the study. Opens a notary, apologizes, they are still meeting, I'll have to wait a bit.
19:50: I am received by the three notaries. Glups.
8:05 p.m.: I go out with the promise of a call the next day whether I am making.
This morning, 9:15 ... I am hired. I start Monday.
And then, immediately assailed by doubt, a crucial question to me: What am I
wear on Monday? * Scratch scratch
scratch * (nail biting).
(so good in fact, doubts are afraid to be invalid, having lost the hand to be punctured, it will permeate my couple ... argh! But having a salary, it's cool.)
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