Plantar Fasciitis Night Splints

of lords and vassals

century XXI, y pese a ello en una pequeña sala de trabajo de un triste sótano todavía se ven claras diferencia entre señores y vasallos. Una de las pocas diferencias es que ahora los vasallos tienen que vestir traje y corbata para ser distinguidos entre la plebe.

Hace unos días uno de los señores que se sentaba al fondo de la sala se puso enfermo, y su buen compañero en un afán de ahorro de energía decidió apagar aquellas luces a pesar de que sus vasallos seguían trabajando en ese mismo lugar.
No quiero juzgarlo ni criticarlo, quien soy yo para hacer tal cosa, tal vez pensó simplemente que después de tantos años habrían sido capaces de desarrollar visión nocturna o se habían immunized against such a scenario, and in part was right. Those people were allowed to grow inside a fear so great in the corbatudos who were not able to get up and say "here I am," were so used to not fighting for nothing, to kiss the ground that their masters passed only said it was a good measure of savings.
The twin room we looked to the simple sadness of seeing how crawled on the floor not caring, and thinking with irony as many times it has been a vassal before Mr. ends up being double bastard.

In recent months, more than ever, have been more than enough to be completely sick of corbatudos, dressed, arrogant, the cursed banks of that dark basement, I have ten hours a day at the computer without doing practically nothing but spend time looking, and fear and cowardice of the people. When someone gets infundarte fear is when it really has a part of yourself and you can do whatever he wants.

Last week we reported to me and a partner to eliminate our jobs as programmers at the bank and we went to the office, despite knowing that this is just a simple step toward street, we could not suppress a smile of relief to know.
Since that day, higher than that bank to put our names on paper have not dared to look at us, and even have avoided the cross greet us. Today

has ended a phase of my life that has lasted exactly six years and one month, and had two choices: to be melodramatic and feel concerned or celebrate, of course I chose the latter. We brought chocolates to celebrate our progress and we have the education that these gentlemen have had important: go to say goodbye to them. May have behaved better or worse with us, it need not mean we should stoop to their level ... and also the face of what the f ... make these here has been worthwhile.

all ends, and it all starts. I get a lot of years, so I guess it was worth. Tomorrow
after so many years, they finally see the light.