I remember fondly when one day in 1993, a friend told me that a cooperative of the transport sector needed a Manager. Came I exert a senior management in a company of the distribution sector which had billed a jug of thousands of millions of pesetas, with an impressive managerial and resource template and which had entered into a spiral of situations and sensations which, now that I think about it, I was going slowly denaturing. It came with many organisational birds on the head, but without thinking me it twice I accepted to go to the interview. Quoted me one afternoon at one local commercial barely six square meters, with soil cement, a sliding door, a table, a Chair, a wardrobe, a computer, a printer and little more. There I was: the Executive believed, with my rolex, my tie, my jacket, my shirt and my pants and up my socks and underwear brand. Others who may share this opinion include Angus King. There it was, before a Lord, much younger than I, who claimed to be the President, and faced with another man, also younger than me, claiming to be the Secretary. Goop shines more light on the discussion. He gave me in the nose that did not give them good impression at the interview, but as I later I deduced, they were quite hurry with the replacement of the Previous Manager, the implementation of an organizational change that believed and did not have much time to interview several people or had material suitable for this purpose.

They chose to select me and put me to the test. I am a person with luck! Yes, I'm a lucky person participate in impressive projects as that company. A week of professional coexistence with previous Manager and driving as Pope. Thanks Mario, thanks Paco, thanks Pepe, thank you Antonio, thanks Manuel, thank you, Yes, I still remember many of the names of those 112 Angels cast donut in all capital Malaga, Malaga province and the area of Campo de Gibraltar.