" I'll be scared, I don't know " I covered my ears with a blanket and tried to go back to sleep. Sometimes ignorance brings peace.
I got up early because today is my mopping schedule. I counted my group this morning, but something was missing. "Shouldn't there be 10?" I said and saw that there were fewer of us than usual. Those who were with me began to pay attention to his friend.
"Look..., where are the others?" one begins to realize.
"Check the room!" tell the most senior of us to one waiter who just came.
We then split up the tasks and my share was either a shared dining hall or another waiter. The place is so vast mopping is the same as cleaning the ball field. Why don't they just be a little sane? I'd really like to beat someone up with this division of the duty, but... I think if I refuse, I'll find the same place.
