headache out of sheer anger! The last time I told my mother the same story as my boss. She seemed to believe my story, or so it seemed. She calmed down quickly! She was very happy that nothing had happened to me and cried for a moment! L.
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After our conversation, she called the police for me and reported that I was back. I would have just left without giving notice. Oh man, that was really all bad! Or?
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That left the matter of my job. I was afraid that my dismissal might now come! My work where I've been for so long. 12 years one and the same company. 12 years of loyalty. >> I hope I won't be fired!<< In retrospect, the thought occurred to me after my conversation with my mother and picked up the phone again to call the rest of my family. (There's a bill!)
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Later that night I was in my bed and couldn't sleep. First because of all the trouble I had up to now and second because of Piccolo. I missed him. As if I was turning back and forth but couldn't fall asleep. >> Piccolo ... I already miss you so much! << and pressed my face into the big pillow. I had to think about our ... well, messed up night! A night in which I still felt lucky! A stroke of luck that I had not known until now. Slowly I started to cry again for a short time. I closed my eyes and a little later I was gone. (-. -ZzzZzzZzzZzz Good night Kelli!)
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The next morning at 6.30am my alarm clock rang and had to get up. Ran into the bathroom and gave me a shower and the rest of the morning toilet.Then I got dressed. There was no breakfast. Because firstly, I didn't feel anything and secondly, nothing was there!
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I sat quietly in my executive chair until 7:30 am. Then I left my apartment quietly and quietly and made my way to work. This started the daily routine. Which would probably drag on into my retirement age. A cruel idea!
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On the same day, during my 2 hour break from work, I went to the books office with the suitcase that I had taken with me! I couldn't think of anything else, what else I should have done with the suitcase, the device. It was defective anyway! And I couldn't fix it! So get away with it!
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But still!! Five days later, on my day off, I went to the pound office again and just asked out of curiosity whether someone had already picked him up. Indeed it was! The man at the pound office, who was also the one I gave the suitcase to, told me about this less than an hour after I handed it over and it was picked up.I asked him what the person who picked him up looked like. He told me that there were two men, two men with white hair. Strangely enough, he didn't know any more. Who were these men? And it was strange that less than an hour later after me they were there to fetch the device! Funny, funny! Could they be aliens after all? O_o ""
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But then I didn't worry any more. Instead, all my attention was directed back to the problems I was having at the time. Because I had to stop by the police for a moment. They wanted a statement from me! I was registered as missing with them and my missing person report / file had to be closed!
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It continues in part 26!