Honestly, sometimes I feel myself in the Internet brokerage already ripped. As I wrote to someone I do not necessarily would sort into the category of Prince Charming, I explained at length in mile-long cloud, why I'm mad and then Exploud: Farewell.
leave work for Parship so that if someone is suffering, without further explanation on a button press and goodbye. One can never again get in touch. Arrivederci, and. This is similar to all eternity the last word. I use it only once, when anschreibt me who and I know immediately that it does not fit. to pass someone in this way, with whom I exchanged several messages and I have even met, I would find extremely rude. But now, after the fourth time, I have noticed that men the meaning of the word un-polite-Lich is not apparently aware of.
There was, for example, the journalist, whom I've met. Very nice, but visually, how should I un-polite-Lich say, a rather handsome little man of little charisma. "My friends say I'll never find a wife if I always cling" After his admirably honest statement were with me all aroused flight instincts. But I pressed the button to send him back as soon as possible in the vastness of the www where he came from? No. He did. With a measly "Sorry!" as an explanation.
Then the Internet Account Manager, with which I, without knowing it, like virtually had the first fight. It was about the cat in bed. There was the surprise is not large, as he verbuttonisierte me, but I still wish un-polite-licherweise, I would have been faster.
Shortly afterwards, the graphic artist, whom I sent the same precaution, a list of all my bad habits and thought it scary effusively that he would most like right now with me. When I was overwhelmed by so much need around, not two days, said he took his leave with hurt "It was probably at my photo. No answer is an answer." Un-polite Lich said yes, right, the photo was real pretty boring.
And now, as a coronation, the museum's registrar with the endless news that, after looking scared here in my blog asked, "Tell me are you tough or you can relax with you in peace?" Well, apparently I'm too exhausting, as he put the ball on at all without further comment. And after a million words felt his hand with which he tried to write to me somehow fits his world, what would un-polite-Lich said useless anyway. But the idea of common Relaxation hours causes me stomach problems. If I want to relax, I can much better with the cat and a good book. Or in the steam room. With a man I want to do something that I must call and I have to admire.
well But one learns something from everything in life, right? As Joseph Joubert wrote so well? "Politeness is the flower of humanity. Those who do not polite enough, there's not human enough." A wise man that could cut off his modern fellow males flat.
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