I thought it was going to be sent to the post of Russia. Anne is not.
On Saturday, at four o’clock, they bring me a notification (the second, though the first wasn’t) – a long-awaited (1.5 months) mail came. I’m sick, the mail works until 5 o’clock, I’ll be able to pick up. I arrived, touched, joyful, I give notice. The girl looks at him, rushed to the mailings, but changed her mind.
- You have paid the imposed payment... come on Monday.
You work until five.
We work until five. I give the box in two.
The WTF?! to