It was not a good day. A client named Oran called me when I was parking, while a Russian immigrant was shouting at me, claiming I had parked diagonally. Oran was aggressively dissatisfied when he realized that our agreement did not include supervision of the construction. Then we went babysitting my grandkids. The boy cut himself and was alarmed by a drop of blood, and ran back to his room. He ran back to play the stupifying computer game. The mother returned the girl from the kinder, but she refused to enter and cried. I don't have to be ashamed that at my age, I am tired.
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