Post by Emma Rose on Aug 2, 2019 10:01:40 GMT
Hello, reader. I do not know how anyone, but today I had the first working day after a nearly two-week vacation. During this long weekend, he managed to do a lot: to rest, sleep, get tanned (good weather allowed), have a snack on the skewers, dig in the dacha. In general, life was kicking (not even a pipe wrench and not on the head), but in the literal sense of the word. Despite the fact that fresh air completely knocked any thoughts out of my head, the morning alarm clock put everything in its place. ”
So, 6.20 am - an uncomplicated familiar melody of the phone, made it very clear: "Company, rise!" Having got up bodily, apparently in the last 12 days the body had finally dried up, went to have breakfast and wash. In general, everything is as usual, the usual working morning. And on the road.
On the way, in the train, I managed to read several articles in an interesting magazine, usually these are books on marketing redleos(.)com/pk/digital-marketing-agency-in-karachi/ or psychology, but today I decided to look through a magazine. In general, and the road as the road. Everything as usual.
The road ended and a familiar store appeared in the distance. And that's it! How cut off. Though turn around and drive back. Oh, what it cost to overcome themselves and still get to work. And so it began ...
It feels like nothing happens without you and the world just stops. In the trading hall a mess, as Mamai passed. The layout is not that lame, but just a little finish came to her. Tasks leaned Nemer. And where do they come from? There are about fifty unread letters at the post office (and, in fact, there were only 3 working days). Looking at all this, there was only one question - how to do everything?
In general, everything is as usual. The authorities are still pressing on - this is not the case, this is not the case. How to be? And everything is simple, as in the song: “We’re up to our elbows, and we’ll roll up our sleeves, and we’ll scatter Chicago for firewood ...” And that’s what happened.
Having thought over how best to put the goods on the trading floor (as these seasonal changes of calculations sometimes get me ). Having closed a couple of urgent, just very urgent, tasks, he began to rake the mail. A couple of mugs of coffee, half a pack of cigarettes and did not have time to notice as the time is closer to six. The day passed before it started. It's time to move home.
In general, the usual, almost standard day marketer. Although there is no ordinary - how much today I did not want to work. Everything is done through I can not, I do not want and other liberties. Just take and do. And who said it would be easy?
So, 6.20 am - an uncomplicated familiar melody of the phone, made it very clear: "Company, rise!" Having got up bodily, apparently in the last 12 days the body had finally dried up, went to have breakfast and wash. In general, everything is as usual, the usual working morning. And on the road.
On the way, in the train, I managed to read several articles in an interesting magazine, usually these are books on marketing redleos(.)com/pk/digital-marketing-agency-in-karachi/ or psychology, but today I decided to look through a magazine. In general, and the road as the road. Everything as usual.
The road ended and a familiar store appeared in the distance. And that's it! How cut off. Though turn around and drive back. Oh, what it cost to overcome themselves and still get to work. And so it began ...
It feels like nothing happens without you and the world just stops. In the trading hall a mess, as Mamai passed. The layout is not that lame, but just a little finish came to her. Tasks leaned Nemer. And where do they come from? There are about fifty unread letters at the post office (and, in fact, there were only 3 working days). Looking at all this, there was only one question - how to do everything?
In general, everything is as usual. The authorities are still pressing on - this is not the case, this is not the case. How to be? And everything is simple, as in the song: “We’re up to our elbows, and we’ll roll up our sleeves, and we’ll scatter Chicago for firewood ...” And that’s what happened.
Having thought over how best to put the goods on the trading floor (as these seasonal changes of calculations sometimes get me ). Having closed a couple of urgent, just very urgent, tasks, he began to rake the mail. A couple of mugs of coffee, half a pack of cigarettes and did not have time to notice as the time is closer to six. The day passed before it started. It's time to move home.
In general, the usual, almost standard day marketer. Although there is no ordinary - how much today I did not want to work. Everything is done through I can not, I do not want and other liberties. Just take and do. And who said it would be easy?