Saturday, 1 November is a working day.
I barely woke up, came to work, I sit dumb doing absolutely no horse, I read a book, lazy on the internet...
After lunch at 2 o’clock, the boss comes into the office:
Did you get an SMS this morning?
- I don't have a battery on the phone of the village... - I begin to convulsively come up with some other excuses (but the battery is really sewed on the phone), I think about "nu fse pistez... something important fucking!"
She quietly approaches me and shows the SMS sent to me: "Sasha, you can not come to work now, rest."

I have rest, shit!