MY NON-QUALITY LIFE
BY SOFIA SVERGUNOVA | 8 JUNE 2019
Life is so boring when there is no struggle.
M.Yu. Lermontov
I appeared in this house and immediately got surrounded by things like me.
When you are surrounded by things like you, a conflicting environment is created. You fight for work, for a place under the sun and for your own ward.
My working days are the same, but interesting. After a long weekend, they take me out of the basket.
The hostess in one hand carries our wards, and in the other — a bag with me and my friends and enemies. Here the most interesting part begins: the hostess starts to get out our wards, not knowing what is happening in her other hand. And there … the whole battle. After all, everyone wants to hang on a rope, look at passers-by through the window and talk with his ward. While working, you are not in a flea market, and you have your own personal space. You can’t imagine how important it is when you are doomed to live in a society with not very pleasant, to you, creatures all your life!
On the other hand, every day is unpredictable. After all, you never know what will come to the mind of these little people. Maybe today they will decide to wash bed clothes, or maybe dresses. The most annoying thing is when your ward is a wet toy. I feel very sorry for them when holding the poor little animals by the ears or the feet. In addition, it is very difficult. Thank God, this happens no more than one day per month, and sometimes even less.
Usually my work days and weekends alternate, I never work in two shifts. It sounds, of course, rosy, if it were not for one BUT. I have work shifts for two or three days.
We also have field trips. Of course, with the best and strongest wards. In principle, there our work is not different, but more complicated. Not so easy work is joined by our main enemies — wind and rain. After this holiday, you start to love your home, your basket and your plastic bag even more.
Here is the story about my such an interesting life.
I am a Clothespeg.
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