Thank god it’s finished! I said aloud to no-one, and before I remember myself that I am an atheist, the alarm clock in my mobile phone starts humming out Ricky Martin’s Drop It on Me, and I save the changes to the text for the last time, and I know that it is the best thing I have written in my life. I put my keys and mobile in my bag and immediately make a run for work.
My job is not THAT horrible: badly-paid maybe and such long hours, but it is a job, which in times of financial crisis is the most important thing of all, and boss is OK, gossipy and castled-in-spain maybe, but she pays punctually, and when you have already got used to the neverending torrent of gossiping, she is really OK. She could be considered to be a bit of an eccentric, with all her charming smiles lavishingly thrown at customers, and then that cutie social commentaries whispered to me, there are rumours that their daughter is already sexually active, at twelve, can you believe it? did you use to have any common sense at all at that age? is she having the common safe of having safe sex? how long will it take her parents to learn the news? Or big downsizing in UniPapper Co coming any day, especially in the factory of A Coruña, as both of the Garrido-Laxe are working there, do you think they will find themselves out of work at the same time? Today the shop will be opened by myself, so arriving one second late is not an option. That was the only thing she had admonished me about when I was told I had got the job: never be late, because I really need my employees to pull their weight and dependability is a must.
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