This week's been two things that combine a common element: the wonderful world of self.
The new law autonomous
Autonomous took time vindicating a more human status by the Spanish Treasury, who treats us more or less like a plague.
- One of the main claims revolves around the reduction in the minimum monthly fee autonomous (267,03€), factures that equal pay 0 € or 5,000 €.
- Another is that the share out proportional to income, which as everyone knows, its variables.
Maybe next time, there has been no luck
For neither 1 not even 2. The quota will rise slightly and will not be proportional to income. Bravo!
Yes, agree, There are some assumptions improvement. You can read the this article, but one thing is clear to me: all who have debated, drafted and voted this law are politicians on the payroll; not a single autonomous. That may explain the lack of sensitivity to the demands of this group to which I belong and may you who read this also.
The autonomous not sick, no accidents, It has a meta
Whenever statistics are compared, it concludes that despite how badly this group is treated by the administration (or precisely why), autonomous never falls ill. And when it does, It is to die.
Yes, indeed, If an autonomous does not work, Does not charge. But pays. There's an important difference. Why self has been forged to work in subhuman conditions of high fever, severe migraines or other collective diseases that mean a prolonged sick leave. this will (we) confers special status, the Supercrack, a Metapod it does not go out or kryptonite.
A hearsay frugal (and real) to confirm the above theory
late Thursday. Two days ago. Dr. Francisca Morales, coordinator and academic tutor Master in Business and Institutional Communication de la UAB (Autonomous University of Barcelona), I had summoned me for the third time in the last five years to the kind of closing of the academic year. About what? You're right: Personal Branding.
The journey of the antihero
I do the bike ride, as I have always done (I have some allergy car), and when I'm entering the UAB campus in Bellaterra, something happens.
The invisible enemy
Front sun prevents me from seeing clearly a trail of oil that lasts for more than fifty meters. Without even touching the brake (iba only 20Km / h), the front wheel slips and makes the bike and its occupant (I) We fall on the left side. Oil was the invisible enemy.
It was a spectacular fall, of those films. But I was not prepared. ungloved, in short sleeves, I ended up with my left hand full of scratches, hematomas, broken pants, the broken shoe.
The reaction illogical
What would have made a sane person? Call an ambulance, brands of asphalt were present in wounds, with danger of infection. There was a slight blow to the helmet. A driver who saw the crash helped me lift the bike (weighs over 200K), I had raised me for my own foot.
What did I do? Look at the clock, They are missing 15 minutes to start my lecture and even had little more than one km to reach the living degrees of the Graduate School. The bike would not start. I waited two minutes. He tore. I saw that the bridge was nailed to the casing due to the impact and side almost touching the ground. He had to be careful. I reached the enclosure.
I asked the porter if he had kit. Of course. I washed the wounds with soap and water. I let it dry. Then very strong with hydrogen peroxide. I let it dry. And then added antiseptic iodinated. It was one minute to begin class.
Upload a floor, I see Dr., my good friend Francisca. I think crazy for wanting to class. But when I see so many people sitting and waiting for the talk, I come up. No waiver. escuece, but now my mind is not on wounds, is a team to be prepared cracks DirCom (director of communication) employed or self (they have explained the truth about what's out there).
There is no pain
There is no pain. no motivation, no fun, no desire to ask you and you know answer. It was good. At least that was my impression. A couple of hours passed me as 10 minutes. It's like a drug, the effect is brief but intense.
Just, applause, more questions, this time individual. They have mounted a four piscolabis get snacks and a kind of Lambrusco. All goes well. Moment of euphoria for them (they go on vacation) and for me.
Francisca accompanies me to a small clinic at the University. A great woman. I cleaned (good) wounds and put me gauzes.
The next day I go to the hospital. radiographs, more cleaning. nothing broken. Dermoerosiones left costal contusion and several in arm, elbow, forearm, hand and knee. Treatment: repose (I look for in a dictionary means), topical cures for a few days, anti-inflammatory and drink plenty of water to not sneeze (the ribcage is touched).
Life goes on
I'm fine, damn it! Did not I say I'm an autonomous?
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PD: The news of the talk has been reflected in this article UAB: Prom for DirCom UAB