I love working here, but I’m sorry, I just don’t always understand what’s happening at the office.
In the room I’m sitting in there are five people of which only two speak Polish. The rest of us really like these guys, Piotr and Szymon, because they’re always helping out when we don’t understand. Meaning: pretty much every day.
But there was this one day. A hot summer day with Polish birds flying in the Polish sky, singing in what I can only imagine being Polish bird language. This day Piotr and Szymon weren’t in and this strange Polish man steps into our room, saying …stuff.
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