Materials Day

What a man like that. Sees staff sat down for a minute to drink a cup of tea an hour ago. So no. Again begins gnuset something about discipline, prizes, etc. Okay, tying with the tea, and even though premiums would deprive.

He is the bastard, and not capable of such. Started to work. Oh how I love my job! Day after day, year after year, take a table and a calculator counting. Makes changes in the magazine. Make a mistake – not big trouble. But perhaps even more interesting. Stand behind the counter and manage to release products to customers.

Work is going well. A lot of people. At the end of the day will come the owner of revenue may award any toss. Maybe not. Or, here’s better: a car came – Abraham. Need to unload quickly – and then there is the manager, who observes how it works. A month ago, was as a longshoreman, and is now a supervisor. Hate. Or. Oh how fed up with these visitors. Come to require something. Do not understand, have to explain everything. And do not naoresh as before. Authorities decided to cut 20% staff. Who was the first make a slip, that first flew. Horror. Finally. Oh, those . Well, nothing can charge. Necessarily or tool broken or get drunk and spoil all the materials. And then you talk with a customer angry. How many times have told the chief, hire other people to Brigade. These – solid mediocrity, and loafers. So no. Only and screaming on every occasion, and salaries for two years does not add. So what? Enough, or go on? Yes we are all about work and about work. Here we come home – rest in family. Break? Work ends at six in the evening. While home and got some shopping skimmed: Seven – polvosmogo. Home as usual scandal. The child had received seven deuces in the last five days. Nothing teaches only roamed the streets in some dubious company. In the hallway a lot of unpaid bills. For an apartment, telephone, gas, etc. And how to pay for them, if a little of what the salary is small, so it also delayed the time. Dinner is of course not ready, it is necessary to think of something. , Nine. Dinner. Appeared with gulek. The whole disheveled and obviously not quite sober. Yet to talk to him (how many new things about myself learned), it is time to sleep. And in the morning That damn alarm clock. What would it knock, so as not to wake every day. Not again to work.

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