... so I expected that The news came at the end ... I have
informed that the current plant manager will be transferred to day in Kentucky, and I will have the honor of "managing" the Venezuelan plant ...
YUPPIIIiii ... . . .
Oh well ... do not expect to jump for joy, the place is what it is, the Venezuelans are what they are ... and I also tried not to disprove ...
'm trying to think, to understand that in reactions
I fear, excitement, sadness, satisfaction, curiosity, loneliness, pride, trust, distrust, ...
We talked a lot about myself and Clare, we reassured each other. The program is proceeding on schedule, 3 / 4 years abroad to try to make a mess that allows you to find decent work in Italy and then fall into line. At the professional level they're giving me a big vote of confidence (although perhaps a bit 'forced by the situation) and the risk of burning is ... but I'm not too worried about work, which decomposed to a minimum is also made of small things, address and resolve. Of course they are very concerned about the environment. But I'll keep my eyes open and if someone gives me a look up there, eyes open will be four.
There is still no official news from the high ranks of Cesena, but already meeting will be Monday for the transfer of power ... the transfer of my head will be quick, it should start already in December ...
For now, I meditate on change, which in reality is not changing ... and I dozed off
'night ...
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