Sentences with phrase «decides about the exit»

If Mourinho decides about the exit of Mata, Herrera, Bastian, Blind, Darmian then Fellaini, Jones and Rojo should go first before others go.

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What do I mean when I talk about chart structure and why do I think it's so important when deciding to enter or exit a trade?

Talk about all the ways to exit your home safely in case of fire, and decide on a place to meet if you need to get out quickly.

The voting threshold necessary to prompt the exit process was never actually decided at all as such prior to the referendum, but assumptions were made by politicians and journalists about what would be politically acceptable to an emergent notion of popular sovereignty.

In the House of Commons on 23rd February, Cameron said that, «If the British people vote to leave, there is only one way to bring that about, namely to trigger Article 50 of the treaties and begin the process of exit...» He could have chosen from hundreds of other words in this context - «apply», «appeal» or «administer» for instance (just to pick words beginning with the letter «a»)-- but, no, he decided to go with trigger.

But Vito A. Minei, executive director of the Cornell University Cooperative Extension of Suffolk County in Riverhead, said last week Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo's representative told him about a month ago that Cuomo had decided to move the upgraded rest stop to the Exit 51 rest area.

said a short woman next to him, as if they had a choice about it, as if they could decide to move or not, when everyone inside a Leningrad tram was locked in the struggle to get from the entry door at the back to the exit at the front by the time their stop came around.

May 18 After holding an interest in Hilton Worldwide Holdings Inc for nearly 11 years, private equity firm Blackstone Group LP has decided to exit the hotel chain operator by selling its about 5.8 percent stake.

At that point i decided i was not yet ready to explore that part of my personnality (crestfallen author exit, to general relief), and dumped the book, scratching my head about the good nyt critic (displayed on the back cover) that made me read it.

He argues that if a country were to decide during exit negotiations that they wished to halt the withdrawal process then «everybody would be very cross about it being a waste of time... but legally they couldn't insist that you (the withdrawing state) leave».

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.