At work I feel some of us do not work so hard as they could. They say they do, but for me it seems like they are on holiday. In meeting we learn about soldiers' ranks and what does every colour of barets mean. One man leaves back home, he was one of the good guys. He left me belt, body lotion and cocoa. One woman made green necklaces and bracelets out of leftovers inside long antennas. It was hard day for our fearless leader. Everyone did their own things in the evening. Feeding the cats is not allowed. Among other things.
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