3rd of July, 2020, Friday
Nothing. Arrive at the place of work, or
there is no work to be done. There is
no merit, nothing in the post box. There is
hardly anybody in the corridors, pethg
they have started their weekend early.
Do a small pot, one that is not urgent
Read the news, read about the American
disaster) about a federation's inability to
deal with a virus.
It really is boring.
The workmen outside, clearing the
remains of the building that
had stood
There two weeks ago. The building was
made of reenforced concrete, and then
hard to remove,
was
go to the basement to reset the printer,
to change the material.
Why, you never know, do you?
In exactly one years time, the
employment here will have ended, and
that will be that.
There will be one pensioner more.

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