10. Проснувшись по будильнику, я целую Пинки. Потом...

10. Having woken up on an alarm clock, I kiss Pinky. Then I go to the kitchen and put the water to boil. While she does this, I have time to shave, even though, in addition to the face, I need to shave my temples. The water boiled - we put a glass of oatmeal in it - this is my breakfast. I reduce the level of the flame and go to look on the Internet, what is the weather forecast for today. In parallel, I write "good morning!" on AIB, where I am a frequenter. Oatmeal is ready, a little sugar, a piece of butter - if it is - almost never. I have breakfast, drinking something, because it would be blasphemous to call what I drink with tea. Time is calculated by the minute. I collect a handbag, only necessary, from which the most - a bottle with sugared water, replacing my lunch at work. I dress in my usual hiking clothes. I check the time - everything is as always top notch. I leave the house and go to work, on foot, some kilometers there, I don’t know exactly how much, but in time it’s an hour and a half. The road is good, for the most part - trucks often drive there. I set the desired pace and - go ahead. In any case, it would not be much faster on public transport, besides, I have no money for it. I don’t have them at all, money. In an hour and a half I am at the door of the staff checkpoint. If there is someone who knows me less, he or she will say good morning. Usually - schweigen. It does not matter, I take the keys - from the locker for clothes and for access to the places for staff. I go upstairs to the dressing room and change into my work clothes (consisting essentially of a T-shirt with a logo). I go down, put the outerwear and purse in my box, close it and go to the workplace - the stand "Issuance of warranty cards." Someone greets me, but basically, they don't seem to notice me. Having come to the workplace, I check whether everything is ready for a new change: is there any paste in the pen, is the seal filled, is there enough tape tape, is the box scoter blunted. After that, I sit down and start waiting for clients. Often, not their own. More precisely, often not their own. The fact is that the guarantee desk is located next to the return goods counter, and customers very often complain to me. This is despite the fact that “the issuance of coupons” is specifically written above my counter, and “the return of goods” above the next one. A shift, ten hours, basically goes the same way - I redirect people to the return counter, I explain how to get to the administration, and, sometimes, yay, I stamp someone a warranty card. During the shift, I leave for two breaks - to smoke and drink sugared water. I, of course, smoke cigarettes, because where do I get money for my own? The change comes to an end, I take away from the guard on the entrance sheet, which must be signed by someone from the administration (funny, I also treat her in some way). Liszt is proof that I was on a shift, I give it to the guard at the gate, I also give all the keys, change into road clothes and - go ahead, more precisely back, the same way, home. Having risen to the floor, I open the door of my apartment - with difficulty, since the light bulb on my floor never lights up - and I enter the home, sweet home. I take off my shoes, walk into the "office" and kiss Pinky on the forehead. After that, I start the laptop and go undress. Undressed, put the water to boil, take out a pack of pasta, one meatball and ground pepper - this is my dinner. While all this is boiling, I skim through the sites, leave a couple of comments, watch the weather forecast for the next day (alles, alles luge) and for some reason check the mailbox. Dinner is ready by this time, I eat, the field of which I say to everyone with whom I managed to cross the “good night” web and go to the “bedroom”, after setting the alarm on the old Huavee. GO TO 10.