Category Archives: Working Class

Consciência

(bom, o tom emo deste post não é da responsabilidade da consciência da autora. A consciência da autora espera até que este post seja o epílogo de uma já longa fase emo que se abateu sobre a autora. Aos meus … Continue reading

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I’ll be right back

Promess

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What about me?

My generation works a lot. Somehow work schedules stretched, somehow we lost our time. We have this huge pressure to be perfect. Bookstores are filled with shelves bursting with book about how to be perfect: the perfect mother, the perfect … Continue reading

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Weird Days

I’ve been away from here. Because sometimes you need a certain distance in order to be able do talk about things. These have been some weird days. Days of disappointment. It’s so easy to lose faith in mankind when someone … Continue reading

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Crematory

I work right beside a cemetery. I actually park my car at the cemetery parking lot. Almost everyday I drive through a grieving family. I think I have a nice relationship with death. I can make jokes about it, and … Continue reading

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Racy Driver

I am the worst driver ever. For real. It transforms me. Even if I am in an absolute zen day, when I get on the drivers seat, I become a monster. I don’t only just yell at all the other … Continue reading

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Moment of zen

Today I had a really important meeting. REALLY important, you know. I had been working very hard these last few days, just preparing this presentation. As as “work person” I think that most of the time I can be very … Continue reading

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