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Honestly? I don't know how to feel. All I know is that last night I went to work with 25 euros in my wallet and that I went home without 25 euros in my wallet. I still don't have a clue about where they have gone.
My colleague E had warned me of the dangers of pettiness, but I never thought about something like this. My father when I called this morning called it "Malafede" that I translate more or less as bad, evil intentions.
I hope not. What I know is that I will be quiet from now on. Nice and open with the customers, and the colleagues if they want to, but I will not put myself forward anymore. Remember: you got a job, they haven't.
My colleague E had warned me of the dangers of pettiness, but I never thought about something like this. My father when I called this morning called it "Malafede" that I translate more or less as bad, evil intentions.
I hope not. What I know is that I will be quiet from now on. Nice and open with the customers, and the colleagues if they want to, but I will not put myself forward anymore. Remember: you got a job, they haven't.
