Julija-welboy.livejournal.com Website Review

Cafe located in a popular place. Near university, crowds of students, a lot of foreigners poured to us. At all three interviews where I was asked various stupid questions, nobody bothered to warn you: you will need to communicate with visitors in English, do you know this language? English speakers came to the box office and ordered something there, I was numb. And if now come to me? Our manager was pas*ing by. “I don’t know English ...” I whispered to her killed. - A. how to communicate with them? - Yes, somehow! - and quickly went. She has a lot to do; she has to deal with such trifles. Next to me was a cashier gi*l and scratching in English, as in her own. Americans approached her in crumpled shirts. Healthy guys like that, but they don’t iron their clothes. It can be seen that they pulled the shirt out of the machine, threw it on the dryer, for about a week she was still lying in a pile of linen, acquiring the characteristic creases, and today they remembered about it, got it and put it on. They had this all: shirts, t-shirts, sweaters and pants. But these are young Americans, forty years old look very different. If you see in the crowd zashmorgannogo little man, like that