O mundo enlouqueceu

Recentemente uma amiga minha foi demitida da empresa em que trabalhava havia três semanas por ter feito a prova do concurso da Petrobrás. Ela, e mais duas pessoas, foram humilhadas pelo vice-presidente da empresa MedCurso, que chamou de "traição" a participação no aceite.

A farra de demissões proporcionada pelo empresariado poderia acabar, mas anda sofrendo forte lobby para que a Convenção 158 da OIT seja arquivada e não ratificada, como ocorreu no governo de FHC, melhor amigo dos patrões. Leia a história em detalhes aqui.

Ya estoy curado, anestesiado
ya me he olvidado de ti
Hoy me despido
de tú ausencia
ya estoy en paz...

Ya no te espero
ya no te llamo
ya no me engano
Hoy te he borrado
de mi paciencia
Hoy fui capaz...

Desde aquel día
en que te fuiste
yo no sabía
que hacer de ti
Ya están domados
mis sentimientos
mejor así...

Hoy me he burlado
de la tristeza
Hoy me he librado
de tu recuerdo
Ya no te extrano
ya me he arrancado
ya estoy en paz...
Ya estoy curado, anestesiado
ya me he olvidado
Ya estoy curado, anestesiado
ya me he olvidado



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Kate Nash - Dickhead

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations

Shiny floor, slippery feet
Lights are dim, my eyes can't meet
The reflection that turns my images
Upside down so I can't see

Think you know everything
You really don't know nothing
I wish that you were more intelligent
So you could see that what you are doing
Is so shitty, to me

Thirty five
People couldn't count
On two hands the amount of times you made me stop
Stop and think why are you being such a dickhead for

Stop being a dickhead,
Why are you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations
Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead,
Why you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations

Stop, now don't show
Just have a think before you
Will you, stop, now don't show
Just have a think before you

Will you stop, no don't show
Just have a think before you
Will you stop, don't show
Will you just have a think before you

My brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore
No my brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore
No my brain and my bones don't want to take with this anymore
No my brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore, so

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for
You're just fucking up situations

Fiquei abismada ao ler a notícia na Globo.com sobre a compra da Brasil Telecom pela Oi (antiga Telemar). A matéria mostra que, com a fusão, a Oi passa a controlar quase todo o serviço de telefonia no país. Apenas São Paulo fica de fora.

Na verdade, a ANATEL ainda precisa regulamentar o processo. E difilmente deixará de fazê-lo. Em nota, a Telemar afirmou que "está em curso iniciativa do Ministério das Comunicações no sentido de recomendar, dentre outras iniciativas voltadas ao desenvolvimento do setor e ao estímulo da competição, a supressão da vedação referida anteriormente (...) que impedem a transferência de controle ou de concessão". Eu não sou nenhuma especialista ou analista econômica, mas é realmente difícil crer que fusões incentivam a concorrência. Recapitulando: UMA empresa irá controlar o serviço em todo país, exceto São Paulo. Cadê a concorrência?

E viva o capitalismo tupiniquim e as agências (não)reguladoras!

Ser humano gosta de alimentar sofrimento. E essa música da Kate Nash tem sido a "farinha" para minha dor (ressaltei algumas partes em negrito).

Nicest Thing

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something