a guy sits at his desk at work and reads a letter i wrote looking for lost relatives. the lost relative i am looking for is his best friend from school.
my friend’s mother is walking on the seashore and meets another immigrant lady. they start talking and find out they are relatives.
small department needs to hire 3 new people. there are no russian speaking employees in this department yet. two of us stay, two get fired during the month of hiring. all four came from the same city in west ukraine. all four know someone that at least one of the other 3 knows.
the first nanny i had is now working across the street.
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I am hearing the X-Files theme song in my head...
=)
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