MTL - The 21st Century of the Gangsters Everywhere-~ Anti-epidemic Theater 6
Well, today was a fun day.
Yesterday afternoon, the company came to work. I was at home wearing pajamas and drinking beer to fish and work at home. Then my colleague suddenly sent me a video.
I took it without hesitation, and then from the perspective of the projector in the large conference room, I looked down at the dozens of Japanese head office employees in suits and leather shoes, plus two or three ministers plus three me. The business manager of the side branch.
Nima, my head was still a bang with a sleepy head, and I was lying on the sofa chair with a beer in my hand.
Fortunately, I also got a courier to put on my pajamas, otherwise it would be an international joke...
Then I forced a three-hour video conference with an explosive head on. I made more than a dozen renderings on the spot, and I felt like the whole person was going to explode.
After I hung up the phone, I saw seven or eight messages. One was asking me to get dressed and wait in the afternoon. However, I only saw the last few messages asking me to make things, and I responded well.
Simply
Ah, by the way, and also, yesterday there was a caring material for the elderly living alone. It was a little difficult for me to push, and there were quite a lot of things.
Then the old man was waiting for me at the intersection of the community. He said, "It's hard work", then he pulled up the cart and left. He walked so fast that I couldn't catch up.
Then on the 6th floor of his house, I said I'll move it up for you. After all, it was really heavy when I took it off the trolley. It was estimated that a box of 20 pounds would make two boxes in total. He said no, and ran upstairs with the box in his hand.
Then in the evening, another 90-year-old old man's unit distributed care supplies, on the 4th floor.
It's also two big boxes. I have a total of 60 kilograms. This time, I thought it was the last one anyway, so I'll send it up.
The old man trembled as he walked, but...
People are holding a box that is estimated to be 30 pounds, just like I am holding a box of 12 bags of milk. When I go to the 4th floor in one breath, my face is not red and I am not angry.
On the other hand, I was panting like a dog and sweating profusely.
I'm thinking... Do I have to apply for a lonely old man or something? You see, I live here by myself, I look like a young man, and no other old man has good physical fitness...
