How to lose 2/3 summer

Everyone saw hundreds of jokes about mail: about the fact that it works slowly, about the fact that it works slowly, about the fact that it works slowly *The sound of a blow*. So, I am an ordinary schoolboy who decided to earn extra money in the summer. First of all, I went to the Center for Employment of Volgograd, because my parents who could have been arranged for normal work were not. The premises of this center were all in cold colors, even people were somehow not friendly. There were a couple of machine guns in the hall, where you could find a profession to taste and color, even if you were an idiot who ended nine classes with three, and now sitting on a mother’s neck.
Naturally, I looked into the line “Temporary employment for minors”. There was not a lot of work there, but the choice was, albeit rather nasty, and the salaries generally varyed from five to seven thousand, which could not satisfy me, because there were grandiose planes in my head about how I would spend money. Pilling pages 7 I found a couple of posts that were knocked out of the usual 5-7k: the postman, operator of communication (in the same mail). Without any doubt, my choice fell to these positions.
Inquiries required darkness, for the whole bureaucracy I had gone somewhere for a month. Everything was required: certificates from school, health certificates, certificates of this certificate. In general, I have not been waiting for anything good at that stage.
When I came to the personnel department, they told me that the places were over, only somehow, through blood, sweat, tears, I begged to give me the post of postman in the department where children are not needed at all. It turned out that I got into the department at number 66 – a department in the very center of the city, it was almost always uploaded to everyone, still – almost the entire city hung on them
The first day has come. Having arrived at the department, they gave me a “mentor” – he showed me a plot where I should walk. It went quite quickly and I was released immediately after delivery of the entire mail.
The next day, the head of the department said to me: “Man, you have a working day until 4, you will sit”. And how would everything be fine if I had not finished with delivery at 9:40. The rest of the day I sat alone and watched the work of mail. Everyone constantly shouted at each other, cursed and rude, pleased only a couple of people who at least somehow stood out among this crowd of two-faced creatures discussing each other as soon as one of them goes out the door. This whole situation resembled some kind of “game of thrones”. Chesuslovo. Everyone wanted to substitute their comrade, they hated everyone who was there. Well, or almost.
So I lived a week: I filled out the notifications (the work of the telecom operator, which they threw at the postman-schoolboy), wrote indexes, read books, no one paid attention to me. But then I stumbled upon a wicked resident-pensioner. They believe that I should know everything at all! Although I just wear mail. They think that I have to give them a newspaper! But you have not been signed, or the newspaper has not come yet. A huge beast attacked me and requires what I can’t give, while highly secreting saliva. In short – they simply do not respect the postmen. And not only grandmas at the entrances, but in general people. It was then that I learned the whole “breadth of the Russian soul” when I told everything. What I know and everything I can help – she called the post office and said that I was rude with her ..
Despite the frequent incidents (municipal institution, which you were waiting for?), diluting life, work quietly managed to become a routine; with a routine, from which the ears wither and the brains are smoothed, and only “devils, more likely home, remains in thoughts”.
It was the longest, tedious and difficult month in my life. Work is not at all interesting, but you can’t stop. Money is still not enough to implement all plans! After a trip with my parents, I am settling again in the post office.

Changed … nichrome! Unless I decided to somehow dilute the whole thing. He began to walk a little longer, along the way to correspond with all people, to sit on the benches, reading books, and write from boredom reviews of cheap food (estimate, to which the longing brought me to?)
But this is quickly tired. I started to leave earlier. My atrocities continued a good one and a half weeks, until they noticed the loss. Since then, I sat, fill out notifications, indices up to 4 hours and was under close supervision.
As a result, somehow I lived until August 7th-the day of the end of the suffering of a martyr.
And although I hate this place, tired and embittered, I wish everyone to get idiotic experience in idiotic work, visit among stupid people and look from the inside at a working mechanism. I’ll remember this for life.

And do not even dare to start a conversation about politics with these people.

NEVER! Cum in, lit a cigarette.

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*There should have been a joke that your mother pays for other services, but it went too much, but I am not like that: ((*

The bun all gradually and gradually penetrates you … unprotected sex between two young wahophages is also evil 🙁

Your mother? : 7
This is too tough for me, for my family – I am all and free*, nya.
*The author in no case does not mean anything immoral

I also got a job, but everything is much worse for me. Working day – 12 hours. Have to get up at 5 in the morning. We transport milk for shops. In the morning we go to the factory, we load the goods for 100 thousand, check that there are no shortcomings and go … an hour and a half about a hundred kilometers. Arriving in the city, we have to deliver the goods by points, and there are about 50 of them. At the same time, in each store some problems are expected: “We did not order it, take it and leave”. The stores are often delayed, then the problem with the deadlines, or the problem with the papers. You come home at 9 pm. But they pay about 1000 per day, and this is for a student from the province – norms.

Eh, and I had to break off with summer part -time work – there were simply no options. The city is small, fig.

And I worked for five months at an automated postal center by the operator. Scattered boxes with correspondence boxes. That was work. That was a contingent. All who could work – he worked in the workshop. All morons were removed from the workshop by raising. They fired if he did not appear at work for six months. On vacation went in two weeks. And the work is hellish. Oh)))

There were a couple of machine guns in the hall, where you could find a profession to taste and color, even if you were an idiot who ended nine classes with three, and now sitting on a mother’s neck.