People like when you're polite? Hm, I cursed some old man that tried to steal the elevator from me. I was, in my defence, carrying all the mail and 20 huge freaking IKEA catalogues. What the hell?
Well, I don't actually do the sorting, rather the.. stapling? I don't know what to call it.

The mail is sorted through postnumbers (zipcodes?), but I have to put it up in shelves before I bundle it up.. or something.
Working at a callcenter, which was cool until very recently. During the first months I was just informing people of stuff, and offering them free TV channels, now I'm supposed to sell shit (I get wage though, no provision).

So, yeah, gonna quit. I only work a couple of hours a week though.
Yeah, I'd rather just forget about it.
