I work as a logist for the second day, I was given such a clinging phone like the dispatchers, and I, today (what yesterday was a bit crazy) instead of working, imagined that I was saving the damn humanity in the spirit - Houston, we have problems! Oh oh! I hope my newly-cooked colleagues didn’t notice how I sat, tapped the buttons in the computer and stupidly whispered of happiness. God, I am 37 years old.