A day in the life of a courier.
People sit in the office all day and see before them only monitor, and after work only on corn fingers of sorting papers pile. But they all work in the office, because it is considered prestigious. Agree, in fact for the entire day at the office can be nothing at all, ears will only stand the sound of rustling papers , humming computers, irritating noise pilikane phones and office equipment. They work, well-earned, but not satisfied with their work, and from year to year, these people have a nervous system, to earn a trip to the resort in warm countries, although they live in Moscow and consider themselves patriots. And worse than in the summer in Moscow? After all, we are here in the summer too hot, You can also swim in anywhere and sunbathe on the beaches. okay, We move on to the essence of our theme, of the title.
As you, surely, understood, I work for a courier. Of course, rather, He worked in his later years, now I am the same "office mouse", because all day I stroked computer mouse and sort out paper, Of course, I paid good now!, but still my working days are long and boring. In the days, when I worked as a courier, days were very different, They proceeded quickly and fairly rich, I talked with different people, I saw a lot of new and interesting for me. Of course, the resort there will not earn, but still I do not regret, what, it would seem, the best years of my life I spent, working as a courier. Now I would like to tell about one such day of my life, which I well remembered.
I also, as usual, I come to work, I was assigned the task - to deliver any package that's something to get. All this happened, of course, in Moscow, because I was born and live here. his car at the time I was not yet, so I like all normal people, I traveled on public transport. I have not even imagined yet, what happened to me so many things happen in one day. I took the subway and went to the appointed place. All the time, while I was riding the subway, I was playing on his phone in the pool(Yes Built-in game, about iPads and iPhones, and people still have not heard) - same, basically, most people do, who ride the Metro - look in a book or somewhere else. I tried not to look under my breath, Then I looked on all around, but my mood was not a very good, and, he saw a couple in love in front of him, inside of me all the more boil, flamed blue flame, because I thought I was useless, thought, that nobody loves me, and, in addition, girl, in which I was in love, I really did not notice(except, when she needed my help).
I'm not bad versed in the art and computers, at the time was a popular operating system Windows XP and Windows 2000, but they were very similar to each other, Although new Windows Vista far gone from its predecessors. Well, usually all turned to me for help in solving mathematical examples and problems in Physics. As I said recently, personal life I was all bad, I thought about, that life is not fair, I do not get it, what should I deserve by my convictions. I didn't believe in love, but my soul was exhausted and sick each time, I remembered his girlfriend. Yes I Am, now, of course, I remember it with a smile on his face, but then it was tough to the point, that even in front of him I saw no reason to live in this world. Suicide attempts, I, of course, I was not going to make, because he believed, that someday everything will be alright, and just I thought I was mentally strong person, because all my life I have betrayed people, I felt close to and trust them for life. Okay, move away from this topic, and then someone from the readers and may even cry.
Upon reaching the desired subway station, I went out on the street and took out a map, to find the house number 8 and I went to the right direction. My employer told me,, documents that must be delivered in a certain restaurant. I had a customer number, him, it seems, called Alexander or Alex - I do not know, I had only a number. I found the house number 8, but there were many different shops and one kind of fish restaurant. I called the client, but his phone was out of coverage, so I decided to go to this restaurant and ask, whether they are in the course of this delivery. Near the entrance stood a girl, who worked in the restaurant, but she was on the phone, so I turned to the man with the question, who was sitting next to, and apparently, he worked as a security guard. A man spoke to me like a non-working TV or naughty dachshund, I did not like it, but I did not say anything yet. He asked to wait, while the girl talking. She hung up the phone and asked me, what can help. I explained the situation, but she did not know about any delivery. I said, what kind of a person would be called Alexander and showed her a piece of paper, which was written by its number. She politely asked to take this paper and, obtaining my consent, He took his own delicate feminine fingers with a nice manicure and went somewhere. I waited for her at the entrance, and from the head could not throw her beautiful pen, before the eyes still had this picture, where the focus was her hand with deep red short nails. Here she came back and asked me to go with her. I followed her, and those pictures added yet her soft sweet voice in my head, she invited me to go with her. She stood next to the table, followed by a very vulgar stretched full man in glasses with black crooked teeth and talking on the phone. She said , it is the only Alexander. He put the phone down, I greeted him and asked,, if he did order, but he replied in the negative, Then I headed for the exit. I was met by the rude security guard and asked to "knock out". Oh no, This time I could not resist, I will not let some out there guard, who does not even know, What is the etiquette, humiliate me this way. I told him,, he was quite rude to me talking, and that if I'm just a courier, This does not mean, I do not have human rights, and all sorts of unethical people have no right to insult people, regardless of their social status. I wished them all the best and went out the door, He took out his phone and dialed the number of the customer. Then I felt, someone touched his hand to my shoulder, I first thought, it's the security guard, that school dropouts, but I sensed a subtle pleasant fragrance women's perfume. I turned, without looking up, and I saw before his eyes a badge with the name on the chest, which created a great relief to her body. Her name Arina. My gaze rose up, scanned her beautiful neck, and stopped at her shiny lips. I noticed, that her face was not the same smile, I saw at the entrance. I asked, surprise, what happened(is there anything I forgot)? Her eyebrows were lowered, irritable voice she asked me, everything is okay. I did kind of sad, and also irritable voice answered: “Yes… it's okay. It's cold outside, better go back. "She began to talk to me, that the guard he is, he arrogant, he hurt her several times. She said: "It will not change, it is not necessary for this to spoil your mood ". I was still in a sad way. She suggested that I write about this in the book of complaints, and then it can be fined. I answered: "You yourself rightly said, that it will not change. Bring a book better rewards, I will write a three-page essay on "50 reasons, Arina is why you need to reward and raise the salary »». She smiled, I also removed in response to a sad mask, and thanked her for the support, and, of course, bothered about, that it is not unwell in the cold.
No, of course, I was not upset and offended at the guard, on the contrary - I asked him the heat, I spoke and went in English, but when I saw, Arina came to support me, I deliberately made a mask wronged, because I wanted, to me she was sorry. Ideally, of course, we had yet to embrace, but in practice it is not so.
We said good-bye, but I did not take her any contact information, because I was faithful to his lady of the heart. I was stupid at the time, this could be my only chance, but I missed.
In the end, I still found then I needed a restaurant, by calling the customer - he was behind the same building. After that I came upon another delivery service to the metro station Kitai-Gorod. I reached the destination, I found the office and gave the order. I've got a pocket trembled with vibrations phone - someone called. I said - it was one of my friends, he asked to come to the underground station Kuznetsky Most (it was not far from here, just one station), it was necessary to help his friend with the computer. I went down the subway escalator and saw the lady of my heart, but once she was in the arms of a stylish kid, who kissed her passionately. I collected will in a fist and walked over to him. I cried out in surprise: "Ltd! Hi! Here at last you introduce me to your boyfriend. ". I shook his hand, introduced, he also introduced himself as a pathetic. I continued: "I heard a lot about you! I'm her cousin brother, she told me about you so much to say! okay, Happen!». I turned and walked away. I looked calm, but inside I was boiling and torn out. I was angry, disappointed, and confused. His head spun thought, but the heart just burst out of my chest.
I went to deal with this computer, although it did not want to go anywhere, but I promised, and therefore I went. They were my friends waiting for me already there. We met and went to his car. As it appears, This man was in the money: flawless appearance, intelligent polite speech, expensive car. We went to his apartment: interior of the apartment, I was pleased immediately. Everywhere hung a variety of paintings, House had a lot of equipment doroguschy. Mena performed to the computer and turned it. after loading Windows I have a banner on the entire screen with a request to put the money to a specified phone. I instantly coped with all this - the usual Winlock, for me this is not the first time. I said, that in a hurry and went to get dressed. The owner thanked me quite generous - gave me such a tip, I would have two weeks courier could not work. I took him only one-tenth, and the rest put him on the piano, standing in the living room. He insisted, so I took all, but I have not taken. Then he pulled out of the closet some kind of bag and gave it to me.
Then he called the taxi driver and asked him to come and lift me to the right place. I sat in the car, the taxi driver is quite pocketed a few bills, that he was given and asked me, where to go. I thought a little bit, I looked at the bag, which I had in my hands and said confidently: "You know a fish restaurant near the metro Red Gate? Poezzhayte,, you are welcome, there. "The bag was of a bottle of wine. I pulled out a bottle and began to consider.
On the way we chatted with the taxi driver. He was a former racing driver and a pilot in the retired. I am very interested in all kinds of aircraft and aircraft engines, so we found a common language. I told him, today I have seen kissing a lady of my heart with some guy, a hero of the militants, from those, that cool, who do not like me. Surprisingly, the taxi driver understood me and told me a similar story. "Who told you such a good wine, it has presented?», – I asked the taxi driver. I answered: "Yes it is given for, that helped the computer back to life. ". I told the taxi driver plans: I wanted to give this wine that the waitress, that whole day did not come out of my head. The taxi driver gave me advice: "Give all? It may be worthwhile to try to do better?». I do not understand, that meant the taxi driver. He told me, so I waited for her after work and invited to spend time with me. He promised, that help me, simply because he saw himself in me. He also said, such that men in the new generation have already likely.
We came to the restaurant and parked. I ran out and bought flowers in the nearest flower shop. Up to eight o'clock at night, we have stayed in the car, and then suddenly I saw, she just walked out of the restaurant and, apparently, I am going home. I got out of the car, He approached her from behind and just patted on the shoulder. She turned toward me, and I handed her the flowers: "It is for you, your well-deserved gift. This three roses, and they are all different colors. White - it's all good, that is, people. It stands out among the other two: red and pink, because good always triumphs, and you have shown me today is. Red rose - a symbol of, for which people live, Togo, that is an incentive to do good deeds of man - this is love. It is different, all different. I see, that you love all, but, perhaps, that just do not appreciate. But I appreciate. Pink rose - a symbol of carelessness and peace of mind, but this will not, if there is no kindness and love. Yes, let rose - is banal, but it's not just a bunch of flowers, — an illustration of life, presented in a combination of colors. » . She took the bouquet and thanked me. I asked her,, she did not refuse to spend with me the rest of the day. She agreed. We got in the car to the taxi driver and he is us somewhere took.
It was the airport. We were right inside the airport. All around there were planes and ships, and we were near the building, on the roof which was a helicopter. We went and sat in the helicopter. Wheel itself took the same taxi driver. We took off and flew a couple of laps on the night Moscow. The evening was just wonderful. Arina all very much, she just radiated joy.
And to her home, too, we arrived at the same taxi. I got out and opened her door on the other side, He held out his hand and helped out of the car. She offered to walk a little bit more, and I, of course, I agreed. The driver was waiting for us in the car. As we walked around her house, she thanked me for the wonderful evening spent. When we parted, we stared at each other in silence, and then she gave me a kiss and pulled out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, on which was written the phone number, and he asked me to call her tomorrow, to meet again.
It's just one day in the life of a conventional carrier, which perevenul my life.
Rifat Ruzelʹev (c)
