"Hi John, I wl nt b @ wrk 2day. Dont feel 2 good. Pls cover if necess. I ll read my mail on blackb. Flavio" And this is done, for the day. I can't believe I run out of holidays already this year. Two weeks left to go to New York next month and for the rest of the year I will have to call off sick. Why on earth I came back to Italy? I know why... I wish I didn't sometimes! So, let's look at the plans for the day: 8:00 Pilates; 11:00 call office 13:00 go to the office 20:00 dinner at Mario's. Too much to do at work to be off all day. Sometimes I wish my sense of responsibility would not be so big and I could do like others do and take full weeks off due to hay fever or whatever crap they make up when they do not fancy going to work. But probably this is the main difference between me and the others: I love my job. I don't really fancy going to pilates this morning. I am sure is a load of crap and, as usual, Sonya must have filled Mario's head in about hte benefits of this practice and Mario, to keep her quiet as he always does, has told her that he would have tried and me, as usual, run behind him like a fucking dog! I hate him sometimes. I wish I had stayed abroad instead of coming back to this fucking country.