A Normal Life

I never thought how is hard a normal life? Nobody cares as we are waiting over hours. I am retired served life as a high rank officer, I managed more than a thousand a day. Only a receptionist, she has to serve a queue, Also listening calls and comes back normal, We are only three today others are sick, Don’t mind we shall cooperate you nicely. When I turn came I normally asked to complain, It is n’t a matter someone is sick or absent, Manager must have to make such arrangements, Those can’t harm to anyone, very poor, I feel sad. Would you like to stand in a queue so long? Perhaps not, do you know we all are senior? Sitting on the chairs and come back to stand, If we are young that’s much difference. A young person never cares can’t hold patience, If I as a senior loosing heart how can he? I shall write to management for responsibilities, We all were responsible when we hold jobs.