In my ivory tower I bump since I was 18, I made almost everything in student job, and a lot of stuff in "real" taff too. But there is one constant in my life, I get tired very quickly.
My resume looks like nothing but it pleases me to know that I have done many things in so short a time, although some see it as instability, I see my curiosity.
I often found myself doing stuff boring, poorly paid, ill-considered, short lower down the social ladder. Yet I wanted, either to Quick, The Post, in telemarketing companies, I always managed to get up in the morning (more or less on time), because there was something that made me take: the atmosphere.
In me it's important, I must pass 25h/semaines selling Quick'n'toast OK, but then we will laugh a little Martine. I've always done quickly mates about my workplace, to become the cement group in most cases. It is to wonder how people were to survive their taff before I got the damn mood.
I am easily "friend" with the head, without spending a lick ass with my peers. I found myself very quickly in a position of deputy chief, leader, and finally as you want, but very well accepted by both sides.
Here how it wishes to sell conservatories telephone from 17h to 21h every night for 500 euros per month, is funny, by dropping, with respect, especially by not taking itself too seriously. But not without laughing, the world will not collapse because for 15 minutes instead of calling it dancing on desks with Kylie in donf '!
The first time I had a real job was in a large department in Paris. God it made me all weird, I could not become the fool of the stage, nor the Minister's boyfriend (I've never even seen in real life). I learned to make smaller, more discreet, wiser, more professional. And it went well. Must say there were so many people in the end you are forced to be anonymous. I still managed to make me some coffee buddies, it was nice.
Then I did other stuff, and I landed in the office of a politician. Once I felt comfortable on, because we came back to something familiar in a sense: a small structure. And I left a very good experience in the private sector where I could stay if I had been debauched (when m'augmente 50% I tend to agree). So I said "In less than 15 days everyone will eat you in your hand and you roxx darling!".
Well, no.
is so far my worst experience, I refer to my articles on this period (2007-2008), a horror, I cried at night, returning. I have not managed to integrate myself mainly because I had not understood how real people, the wicked, those who are there to climb the ladder and did not care of your mouth. To say that I found that at 26 years is too good to be candid, right?
This failure has made me depressed a lot, and still affects me in a sense, because if I worked as hard in my studies was to make policy, and today I am fully aware that this dream remains a dream indeed, like to go abroad in a French embassy or boarding a boat from the Navy.
When I was a teacher, I returned to my core. The good friend that brings together nice. So much so that in my last college when I left there were more people at my farewell party for people who bump in the for 5 years, me for info I stayed 5 months in this one. And everybody came to me and say "you're special But Gauthier, unites you in all the camps, everyone likes you, you realize how exceptional it?"
note: If the mothers raise families de-anti-anti-tobacco-and alcohol-alcohol-neurotic partygoers in a single drink is such a big success, then yes! Where's my Nobel elsewhere?
And here I am now in a new private box. But unlike my previous jobs, this time I have responsibilities. I have my office in almost all by myself, I share with my assistant, I have access to the machine pod CEO and bathroom. I'm stuck on the floor between the office business managers, the president and CEO. Brief socially, I took the tape, but I feel locked in an ivory tower.
I have no friends here, I eat alone 95% of the time. My assistant is only talking about work, and we must remain silent 95% of the day. In short, I feel lonely, bored, I did not enjoy ...
I often see in warehouses to work the minions, and I'm almost jealous of the good atmosphere that can sometimes prevail. I remember shrieking deploy with my colleagues when I was a student. And I miss it.
So you tell me "but what you're complaining sort of corrupt capitalist? At least you save money!"
So I would say just that my salary was in September of 1197 Euros net.
Yes, yes, I'm still a project manager, executive, which does not count the hours, but I think we will have to think about asking for a raise soon, because there, the next poaching, I think I will not resist for long ...
(I calculated, with the number of hours I do, I am paid less than minimum wage earners, cool huh?)
Come on, I'll eat all alone, listening podcasts Regis Mailhot and Daniel Morin. All alone ... Snifff ...
aestheticize the "monstrosity" 
10 Acrylic + paper + china ink on wood.jpg 
16 Acrylic + Pencil on canvas 
