The one of my major flaws - previously there would have been the thing to the level of quality - is to be a sickly punctuality. I can not stand to be late for an appointment or in the furnishing of work to which I committed myself. It's enough to make a UFO in the sky of current behaviors. Especially when you live in the Rose City, Toulouse set the delay as having lifestyle. It is in this city what is poetically called "a quarter of an hour from Toulouse," that is to say the margin of time that everyone agrees to not being on time. Except that this quarter of an hour's worth at least three ... What I clenched the most is being put behind someone and therefore no longer able to control the accuracy to which I attach as prices. But how to understand about ourselves that we attach such importance to a value that is no longer valid?
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